Finally. Scar shut his bedroom door behind him, immediately sitting down with his head in his hands. His legs were faintly throbbing from the walking, but at least they worked, now. His head was pounding and his stomach churned from the damned disease. Scar glanced down at his right arm, where the pink, raw flesh of the healing gash from the flying monsters sat over the rash that had now passed his elbow. At least that wasn't bothering him.
Part of him hoped that Lust wouldn't actually come. That she got hung up on her errands, or whatever she was doing. He should have realized that he didn't want her to see him like this.
Not again.
He must have looked so pathetic, broken further by a place where mere children could hold their own. But what else could he do? Either he would die in the process of executing this insane plan, or he would kill those who didn't even deserve death. The choice was obvious.
M2
Finally. Scar shut his bedroom door behind him, immediately sitting down with his head in his hands. His legs were faintly throbbing from the walking, but at least they worked, now. His head was pounding and his stomach churned from the damned disease. Scar glanced down at his right arm, where the pink, raw flesh of the healing gash from the flying monsters sat over the rash that had now passed his elbow. At least that wasn't bothering him.
Part of him hoped that Lust wouldn't actually come. That she got hung up on her errands, or whatever she was doing. He should have realized that he didn't want her to see him like this.
Not again.
He must have looked so pathetic, broken further by a place where mere children could hold their own. But what else could he do? Either he would die in the process of executing this insane plan, or he would kill those who didn't even deserve death. The choice was obvious.