Scar's mouth fell slightly open. For a seasoned fighter, Edward was starting to sound like a clueless child.

"You risked yours and your brother's lives because you were hungry?" What kind of priorities were those?

And the cure... Scar mellowed out at its mention. He had heard whispers of a solution, one safer than surgery. It hardly mattered to him, anymore. He was cured, or close to it. And Frank...

Well, if Frank turned up, he would go from there. But he had yet to appear at breakfast.