Scar only nodded, his eyes wandering over to her again. Were her words only for his sake, he wondered? Lust had never cared one way or another about the Elrics. Alphonse's impending death had meant nothing to her. He had seen her threaten Edward with Alphonse's life.
She was very different, since she had come here.
He tried to recall what he had wanted to speak with her about, now. His conversation with Edward was a blur, the major points still floating around his head in a disconnected scramble. Frank, the Fuhrer, Sloth, the thing that had attacked them last night... None of which Scar felt he had the will to speak of, right now. It would only dissolve into an argument. And he was so sick of fighting and wandering in foolish circles and getting nowhere. Instead, he mentioned one of the few things he knew she wouldn't mind hearing.
"I think the illness is dissipating." Scar looked down at his wrist, where the rash once was. "I don't feel as sick as I did." Was it dying that did that? Or something else? Either way, she would stop fussing over it now. That much was a relief.
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She was very different, since she had come here.
He tried to recall what he had wanted to speak with her about, now. His conversation with Edward was a blur, the major points still floating around his head in a disconnected scramble. Frank, the Fuhrer, Sloth, the thing that had attacked them last night... None of which Scar felt he had the will to speak of, right now. It would only dissolve into an argument. And he was so sick of fighting and wandering in foolish circles and getting nowhere. Instead, he mentioned one of the few things he knew she wouldn't mind hearing.
"I think the illness is dissipating." Scar looked down at his wrist, where the rash once was. "I don't feel as sick as I did." Was it dying that did that? Or something else? Either way, she would stop fussing over it now. That much was a relief.