It was rare that a look of true horror crossed Scar's face. He couldn't take his eyes off Edward. He tried to swallow, but his throat had gone dry.

"You killed her?" It was the most he could muster right then. He rested his forehead in his hands. Scar had never met another who had committed the taboo. At least, that was what he had thought.

"I..." He cut himself off. So much made sense, now. He shook his head. "I don't even know."

Scar tried to put on a scowl, setting his fists down to the table.