Rejected.

Scaramouche.

Scaramouche was many things.
A puppet, a fatui harbinger, powerful, respected, and even feared.

But even so, in his eyes he is nothing. a failure.

He'd been abandoned by his creator, with nothing but free will and consciousness which was meant as a blessing. Unfortunately, Scaramouche saw this as a curse. A punishment for not being good enough. This "curse" as he called it gave him the ability to think and feel. To understand the world and all its cruelty. And he despised that.
.

"It took three betrayals for me to finally understand."
...
"That the world is just an elaborate tapestry of lies."

He had vowed to never fail again.

He refused to.

And so, many years ago the puppet had started his lengthy journey of obtaining a heart. A gnosis.
And now, he had achieved that goal. He thought that this was it, he had finally gotten what he deserved after years and years of patience and dedication.

Everything was perfect.

Except one thing.

The gnosis had rejected him.

Scaramouche's eyes widened.

"I'm still not good enough?.." he whispered as tears rolled down his face onto the floor.

Tears. Emotion. These are the things the rejected puppet had spent centuries ridding himself of. But in the end, it was never enough. He would never be enough.