"Yes." His answer was flat, almost detached. It was easier, that way. Of course Scar was nervous about this. Yes, it was going to hurt. But...

"I have the scalpels from when we went to the medical wing. It is the only potential solution I have." His voice quieted, though still carried its harshness. "There are children here, Lust. I am not transforming into some beast and risking taking their lives." ...And he had something to strive for, now. Scar needed to live to escape this place, for his brother's sake. That wasn't mentioned, though, for reasons that were obvious through Scar's logic and ridiculous in reality.

If she wouldn't do this for him, for whatever reason, he would have to do it himself. And he didn't know if he could.