"I said 'fine,' did I not?" Scar watched her, eyes narrowed more in curiosity than aggression as she crouched down in front of him. As far as he was concerned, she was the stubborn one. He didn't want help. He didn't need help. Yet she insisted upon it.

"Do what you will. It's not as if I'm going to stop you." Nor was he in any position to. Scar absentmindedly rubbed his wrist, watching the floor between them rather than Lust. If she was so insistent on helping, he would just make like it didn't matter. She didn't understand the reasoning behind his objections. Not at all. He wasn't about to explain them, either.

Because some part of him knew that he was being ridiculous.

And she ignored his inquiry about the possibility of something dangerous waiting in the med wing. Whatever.