Speaking with Edward had been stressful as usual. Scar meandered through the Sun Room and into the library, not seeing anybody he knew.

The Ishbalan had never actually been in here before. He had heard that there was hardly anything informative, so he had steered clear. There was no sense in wasting his time reading nonsense when he could be speaking with people or resting. And tired as he was, Scar felt restless and on edge. It was a slightly different feeling from his typical paranoia, something he couldn't quite place.

Not minding the others in the room, he began poking through the shelves.

[Alphonse!]