Scar opened his eyes, only to be disappointed as the white ceiling loomed over him. Once again, he lay in that plain, hospital-like bedroom and was being roused by that same nurse from yesterday morning.
The Ishbalan had been hoping, praying, begging for yesterday to have been a dream. Some sort of horrible dying nightmare. Apparently that was too much to ask for, he thought, as he was once again led off to the cafeteria for breakfast. He retrieved his food, taking the same seat as yesterday. At least he didn't have the desire to lash out violently at everything that moved like he had. Instead, Scar was strangely subdued. Tired. Whatever happened that brought him back to his room, he wasn't sure. He had been sitting in that possessions room with Lust one minute, then...
Shaking his head, he started to pick at his food. He certainly didn't want Lust showing up and telling him to eat like some child again. Scar had been slightly hoping that she was just a figment of his imagination as well. And although he should consider himself lucky that he had someone around who was willing to at least partially tolerate him, Scar dreaded the next time he had to speak with her. Despite the fact that they were no longer enemies, there was still too much between them to avoid past events pop up in conversation that the Ishbalan would much rather avoid. It was all just too complicated.
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The Ishbalan had been hoping, praying, begging for yesterday to have been a dream. Some sort of horrible dying nightmare. Apparently that was too much to ask for, he thought, as he was once again led off to the cafeteria for breakfast. He retrieved his food, taking the same seat as yesterday. At least he didn't have the desire to lash out violently at everything that moved like he had. Instead, Scar was strangely subdued. Tired. Whatever happened that brought him back to his room, he wasn't sure. He had been sitting in that possessions room with Lust one minute, then...
Shaking his head, he started to pick at his food. He certainly didn't want Lust showing up and telling him to eat like some child again. Scar had been slightly hoping that she was just a figment of his imagination as well. And although he should consider himself lucky that he had someone around who was willing to at least partially tolerate him, Scar dreaded the next time he had to speak with her. Despite the fact that they were no longer enemies, there was still too much between them to avoid past events pop up in conversation that the Ishbalan would much rather avoid. It was all just too complicated.
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