Permafrost

“What do you want, Varka,”Grandmaster Varka, to his credit, didn’t rise to the obvious bite in Diluc’s tone. He merely walked inside and dropped a heavy bag on the bar counter. A familiar one, one Diluc has been carrying on his back ever since he first climbed up the mountains with the Knights to locate his brother. Diluc slammed the glass he was polishing down. How. Fucking. Dare he.“I thought there weren’t any search parties anymore,” He glared, bitter and incensed. He recalled the announcement earlier that very evening that all search missions are to be ceased indefinitely. He still remembered the way his heart dropped to his feet, and how Jean hadn’t been able to even look him in the eye after they dispersed. “We're not going to be searching." Varka says calmly. Solemnly. "I’m going to teach you how to survive the mountain. So when you inevitably decide to go running around on it without anyone else, you’re not going to die from exposure,"---Or: Kaeya had been missing for years, but that doesn't mean that his brother won't move mountains to find him again. Diluc just wasn't expecting to have to do that literally.