Scar looked almost wearily to the intercom as the cheery voice faded into the head doctor's madness. Despite his injured body's protests, he stood and collected his things from the closet.
Scar lifted the photograph of his brother gingerly, as if it were something sacred. There were no cameras in Ishbal; he had not seen the man's face since their fateful day in the wilderness. It had vanished for the last time beneath the sand, in a messy grave dug with the bare hands of his hateful and broken younger brother who should not have even been alive. There were still little scars on his fingertips (only the left, now) from the rubble.
Scar swallowed the lump in his throat and fought wetness from his eyes. There was no time for his undeserved sorrow, for his remorse.
He put the photo in his pocket, anyway.
Scowling in a way that gave no indication to the emotions now stirring in his chest, Scar, one of the last sons of Ishbal, stamped out of his room and into the night. Frank would not face this sickness alone.
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Scar lifted the photograph of his brother gingerly, as if it were something sacred. There were no cameras in Ishbal; he had not seen the man's face since their fateful day in the wilderness. It had vanished for the last time beneath the sand, in a messy grave dug with the bare hands of his hateful and broken younger brother who should not have even been alive. There were still little scars on his fingertips (only the left, now) from the rubble.
Scar swallowed the lump in his throat and fought wetness from his eyes. There was no time for his undeserved sorrow, for his remorse.
He put the photo in his pocket, anyway.
Scowling in a way that gave no indication to the emotions now stirring in his chest, Scar, one of the last sons of Ishbal, stamped out of his room and into the night. Frank would not face this sickness alone.
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