Lust sat beside him and slipped her arm around him, as she had seen countless humans do in times of sorrow. It was such a strange thing, to touch him for him and not her own desire to simply touch him.

"Why do you need some big something to do?" she urged, gently. "What do I do? I don't know, whatever comes along. It doesn't matter. It's alright to just be for a while. You're just a man, Scar."