"Thanks." The Once-ler relaxed a bit as Soma lowered the gun. He was still very much unsettled, but the removal of the most immediate threat did wonders for his nerves.

"I didn't mean to just come crashing in, but..." he trailed off. Soma's roommate had already left, so she probably wouldn't mind too much if he borrowed her unused chair. The Once-ler moved over to the seat with a slight limp, and sank into the chair. For a moment he rubbed his face with both hands, before letting them drop and staring at the floor. "You didn't see what it looked like."

The man's face fell as Soma described Scar. "Yeah, he has, er, had white hair and the scar on his face. I suppose he was pretty tall, too."