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  1. Public Bookmark 17

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    Varka let out a shaky breath.

     

    He looked at Flins' face again, searching for anything that might indicate the fae's life, even if his face was covered in blood and his eyes devoid of life. He knew it was futile, that there was no rekindling a snuffed-out flame, but he still tried—even if Lauma confirmed the death of the fae. Even if the Traveler explained what happened in a small, broken voice. Even if Columbina guided Varka's shaking hand to cover Flins' lifeless eyes, closing them down.

     

    He swore he heard his heart crack.

     

    OR: something something flins not surviving dottore's attack last minute and he died thinking of varka, wishing to turn back time before the battle to tell him ily and varka grieving him as he lived the rest of his life

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    27 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    Two souls, scattered across four centuries by a failed experiment, are reborn in Sumeru without memory of each other. Kaveh, a brilliant architect drowning in debt, begins to remember a past life as Pantalone, the Ninth Fatui Harbinger—the man who loved Zandik, the original Dottore, and watched him die before his hollow Segments took his place. Haunted by the knowledge that his past self still walks the world, Kaveh secretly monitors Pantalone from the shadows while living with his former Akademiya rival, Alhaitham. But Alhaitham is no ordinary scribe: he is Zandik reborn, granted the childhood and support the original never had, his turquoise eyes the only physical difference from the red-eyed heretic who died four hundred years ago. As the Irminsul burns and the Dendro Archon brings divine judgment upon Il Dottore, two men bound by an ancient love must piece together who they were—and decide who they want to be.

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    26 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 38

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    “When will you allow me to resume my work?”

    Dottore huffs. Only someone such as Pantalone would be so insistent on starting a pandemic in the office.

    “When you are well, Regrator,” he emphasizes, watching him drain the remainder of his tea and set the cup on his bedside table. The pads of his fingers tap gently at the veins in Pantalone’s wrist, unaffected by the abnormal surge of heat. “Which is not today.”

    In which Pantalone is sick, and it's all Dottore's problem.

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    26 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 29

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    Just like Icarus, Dottore set his goal for the sun, and yet here Pantalone was, hopelessly enamoured with the moonlight left in its wake.

    “And you must understand this, Feofan…”

    His thumb traced slowly along Pantalone’s cheekbone, brushing away the tear that had escaped moments prior, the touch warm and achingly careful. It felt almost contradictory, this tenderness coming from the very same hands that had torn apart flesh, carved through divinity, reached fearlessly into horrors that would drive lesser men mad.

    “Know that when I die, I will die satisfied."

    Outside, somewhere beyond the frost-laced windows of the palace, the world continued to turn indifferently. The promise of war, of divine retribution, continued to loom over them. And Dottore—brilliant, monstrous, gentle Dottore—had always been born with his eyes fixed forward and upward.

    “I will die on my own terms.”

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    Pantalone was a very desperate man.

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  5. Public Bookmark 33

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    “Strip.”

    The request-slash-command went through Childe’s head.

    They locked in a very long, very awkward stare-down.

    Eventually, Dottore released a slow, exhausted sigh, completed with a long-suffering expression of a man reconsidering every life choice that had led him to this room. He looked like someone who wished he were literally anywhere else. Well, jokes on him. Childe felt exactly the same.

    “Childe,” Dottore said patiently, in the tone one might use for a particularly dense child, “I need to examine the wound on your stomach. Might I remind you that you were nearly skewered through the abdomen by an Abyssal creature?”

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    Childe was hospitalized, and Dottore lamented the fact that none of the Fatui Harbingers possessed even the slightest sense of self-preservation.

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    26 May 2026