Somehow, Scar became more comfortable when she grew irritated. His shoulders relaxed when she drew away. She truly thought that he could simply relearn the way of his life that he had followed for the past ten years? This wasn't some method, this was everything-

But her last words melted the argument straight out of his mind. Scar stared at Lust for a long moment. A few times, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally,

"What do you want me to do? Say that I'll be here when we both know I won't? Pretend that we actually have a chance of both making it out of here alive when a half dozen more people are gone every morning?"