While she generally preferred the library, Lust needed to check the bulletin. She hadn't made it to her - eventual - final goal, but assumed the information would be posted. It had been yesterday. She crossed the room swiftly, paying little attention to those already gathered in the sun room.

She was tired. It wasn't an entirely unfamiliar feeling, this sort of deep-down weariness that wasn't physical. She hated it. She felt frustrated and ineffectual. The homunculus was so used to controlling situations, or at least having some power over them. Here she had no power.

She couldn't even figure out how to make Scar realize she meant him no ill.

Perhaps it was simply all balance. Gain something, lose another. Symmetry in all things.

And perhaps it would go better tonight...

[Free]