It was difficult to remain angry with her when her response was perfectly reasonable. What more was there to say? What had he been expecting? Something for which to find her at fault? Perhaps. Something to rationalize directing his anger and frustration at the world back to her? She was blameless of any wrong against him, and yet he felt the need to lash out at her anyway. Was it because of what (who?) she was?

Or was it simply because she never reacted the way he expected her to? Or even reacted at all?

Miserable and blunt as he was, Scar could tell that the subject truly upset her. It piqued his curiosity, yes, but he had the tact not to pursue the matter. If nothing else, it only frustrated him further, and he wasn't sure if it was that he didn't know or that her life had been so unhappy that she hated to recount it.

"Fine." He spoke without anger, the tension in his body easing. Scar avoided looking at her as he turned down the hallway once again.

[To here]