[From within the mask, he blinks a few times. Drug, was it? That makes sense, far more sense than any other explanation. He removes his foot from Nehan, still on guard, but his gut tells him that it's probably fine. Which is good, because, well...]
[He feels his legs buckle under him, and he falls down to one knee- and the labored breathing is accentuated by how his celestial cape ripples more behind him as it floats there. The armor slowly starts to break apart, dark energy dissipating into the air as it disintegrates around him. Nehan can clearly see the work he's done now, green blood staining Childe's clothing, covering his chin and splattered on his cheek. The Harbinger instinctively falls to both knees now, grasping the shoulder that had gotten shot.]
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H̠͙m̢̼͔.͖͉͉.̫̙̼.̺͕̞s͖͇͕o͓̼͖ t̫̟̦h͓͚͎a̢̠͔t̪͚͎'͕̘̠ș̻͉ w̼̝̦h̪̠̺a͓̟͕t͕͚̝ i̡̫͜t̢̺̺ w͚͇̙a̺͚̘s͎̻. N̙̙̠g̺̪̦h͎͖̘.͚͖̺.̫̼
[He feels his legs buckle under him, and he falls down to one knee- and the labored breathing is accentuated by how his celestial cape ripples more behind him as it floats there. The armor slowly starts to break apart, dark energy dissipating into the air as it disintegrates around him. Nehan can clearly see the work he's done now, green blood staining Childe's clothing, covering his chin and splattered on his cheek. The Harbinger instinctively falls to both knees now, grasping the shoulder that had gotten shot.]