NIGHT 65: M1-M10 HALLWAY

[his_legacy]

As soon as the intercom was through, Link was off at a sprint. He carried the pillow case,his flashlight, and the knife from the previous evening.

There were now two tasks to be accomplished: Supplies for Sora, and another clue in the X-Ray Room. Two birds with one stone in the medical wing. There wasn't a moment to lose.

Sora could already be gone by the time he returned.

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Re: M2

[a_sin_for_him]

"And there's no need for that." Lust couldn't keep her tone even any longer. Scar had a way of rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until her frustration was raw and seeping! "There's no need for you to push your poor body further. I can go in your stead. I can....take care of you."

It was a strange concept, both the idea of her taking care of someone and the fact that she had a desire to in the first place. This wasn't something that came easily to her. She hated having to expose herself to him this way, when she knew he would only turn it against her.

But what else could she do? No matter how he pushed her away, she returned to him again and again.

"And I know," she added, frowning. "I won't be caught unawares again."

Re: M2

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar's demeanor deflated somewhat as Lust became (with good reason) frustrated. He was so exhausted and distracted by his sickness and wounds that keeping up with his usual stubborn attitude was proving difficult. Back home, he would have lashed out with his words, snapped at her that he didn't need anybody taking care of him. Here, though, his tone was more controlled, despite his obvious frustration towards the suggestion.

"I am not and invalid. I do not need to be taken care of."

But he was so tired and sick and broken and... scared. Scar didn't know how much longer he could keep this up before it made him snap completely. Or killed him again. All these years, he had built himself up, hardened himself against anything that could be considered a weakness, against anything that could hurt him. Yet, it had taken so little to break his brittle body and will. Despite this realization that he could not take on this place alone, he refused to let himself turn to others. He was too weak, and he would fix that himself.

Even when it was clear that Lust only wanted to help him, for whatever reason.

"...Again?" Scar glanced back up at her, frowning questioningly. She didn't appear injured...

Re: M2

[a_sin_for_him]

Protests. Another round of the same, it was a dance Lust was damned tired of. As though her activities before coming here weren't obvious sign enough. She knelt in front of him, determination darkening her eyes. If she beat her head against his wall any longer she swore she'd bleed!

She didn't understand. Why was he still refusing everything? Why did he have need to play the big strong man? He couldn't be a man that cared so very much for his reputation, that was silly. And if he truly thought she had ill designs or ulterior motives...

For the love of whatever gods were out there, what could the possibly be?

"Scar...you're sick and I'm frightened for you and I want to help. I ask you to please shut your contrary mouth and let me be....and let me help."

Re: M2

[envy_the_sinners]

"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.

Re: M2

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust was silent for a long stretch, kneeling before him and watching him with a tight expression. She could say or do no more. She was done beating herself against his walls for the night. It was far too tiring and did nothing but make her thoughts sour.

And they'd been so sweet a few hours ago...

Without a word she stood and turned, giving Scar one last appraising look before leaving him to his self-prescribed misery.

Re: M2

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar was also silent, his brooding expression still firm on his features. He didn't watch her as she left. After sitting motionless for some time, he stood gingerly and climbed into bed. Lust was right, despite Scar's constant disregard for her words. He was in no shape to be running around.

Dammit, he should have at least let her barricade the door before he frustrated her to the point of leaving. Scar should have known that asking her for help wouldn't work. It had been a stupid thought, to think that she would willingly help.

Though... the explanation for her decline was quite the opposite from what he would have expected. Scar had thought that she wouldn't want to waste her time on him and on his educated guess of a cure. He repeated Edward's words in his head: She doesn't have a soul. Yet, she had seemed genuinely concerned for Scar's well being. No matter how hard his hurting head tried, he could not think of a situation here where she would benefit by pretending to be be worried. Did that mean her words were genuine...?

No soul, he repeated again. With that truth in mind, only one question was left: Why?

The circling questions did not keep him awake as long as they normally would have. Scar slipped into an uneasy sleep, his exhausted body finally giving up.