Aether: It's Christmas and you know what that means. Childe: Everyone is going to try to kill each other at the

Aether: It’s Christmas and you know what that means.

Childe: Everyone is going to try to kill each other at the dinner table?

Diluc: The sweet release of death?

Venti: Getting drunk on my own while crying in the bathtub?

Paimon: The fact that Paimon will only get coal from Santa?

Aether: I was going to say “ugly sweaters competition” but you know what? We’re going to therapy.

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