Scar's voice was hoarse and small, though the answer came effortlessly. It was one of the few things in all of this of which he was absolutely certain. He had cast off his identity a long time ago. Perhaps it was in a desperate hope to shun the memory of the past, or maybe it truly was because he no longer deserved his holy name. In the end, the desert man who couldn't even call himself Ishbalan anymore wasn't sure.
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Scar's voice was hoarse and small, though the answer came effortlessly. It was one of the few things in all of this of which he was absolutely certain. He had cast off his identity a long time ago. Perhaps it was in a desperate hope to shun the memory of the past, or maybe it truly was because he no longer deserved his holy name. In the end, the desert man who couldn't even call himself Ishbalan anymore wasn't sure.
"And I don't know how to not be alone."