[He hisses out laughter as the dread and hopelessness sinks in, and he feels himself start to fade away. He never had a soul, not really, but Erastis, whines, in pain. He quietly hushes the lynx, ignoring the metaphysical agony he's in and wanders a few feet forward, where the gun slid across, the gun that Diluc in his infinite wisdom thought he'd unloaded.

He picks the gun up, wobbling a bit as he struggles to keep his balance. He turns one last look at the crowd, but more specifically at Alisaie.]

You're gonna end it, love. You're gonna fight, and you're gonna win, and you're gonna fucking destroy 'em that've done this to the whole lot of us, and you're all gonna get out of here safe and sound.

[He pulls at the hammer, cocking it, and sparing one last cold glance at Diluc.] And you're a complete bloody idiot.