❛ what makes you think i’m going to help you? ❜ //me wheezing at fatui!kaeya just glaring down at pants like bitch im higher than you
There's a slow blink as he looks at the new appointed Harbinger. How infuriating. Already flaunting his status yet still not understanding what it truely means to be one of the chosen eleven. Hard to believe this once was the child he taught about finances and the economy of Teyvat.
"Think of it like this Kaeya." He starts. Leaning back in his chair, having to put aside the paperwork he's currently filling out to deal with this child's silly little thirst of power. "You won't get far without me. No one does. For I am the one in charge of the finances within the Fatui. The one who ultimately decides if projects get funded, or the amount or mora the Fatui get when assigned missions."
There's a hum. "I'll pretend you didn't approach me with such an ignorant question. You may have become the eighth after Signoras passing, but it doesn't mean you hold the same power she did nor that you have the respect of your fellow Harbingers or Fatui. Why? Because to everyone it feels as if it's an undeserved title for you."
And then he sighs with a shake of his head. "I'm getting of track aren't I? In short. If you want respect from anyone, you will help myself and others when possible. Otherwise you will get stabbed in the back. And not even The Jester can help you. He knows what he was getting you into once you where made... 'Harbinger'."