"So that I can just continue to exist in this life that isn't even mine to live?" There was no point. His eyes darted to Lust briefly. The was finally life behind his voice. It was frustration and anger, but it was something.

He would be fooling himself if he said that he hadn't strode into Lior with every realization of what would probably happen to him.

"They were my chance for something, even if I didn't deserve it." He hid his face in his hands. With or without the drugs, there was hardly an ounce of tact in Scar's being. Else, he would have stopped there. What came next was dry and nearly inaudible. "I was a fool to ever think that I would be allowed the luxury of someone to love."