"Then don't be Scar. Pick a new name for yourself, if you hate the one you bear now so much. You aren't bound to it." Another thing that seemed simple to Lust. She'd thought about taking some other name, some name she chose for herself, but she saw no reason to. She had always been Lust in this life, and she didn't feel ashamed of that.

"You can learn. I don't want to be alone. I've never been alone, I don't know how to live like that. But you're all that I have left now." She drew away from him then, in a swift movement, her jaw setting and something akin to anger entering her expression. She leaned forward, her profile presented to him.

She sometimes hated how much he meant to her, how dependent she was on him. Moreso than that, really. She hated that she had no idea how to be alone and that the concept frightened her. In such a short time she had found and lost more people who accepted her as she was than she had ever imaged. Now all that remained was this stubborn, angry, impossible man.

"I'm sorry, but I need you."