Hadn't he pulled himself together enough?

Though, Scar supposed, he never had. Not really. He had kept on going, but he had never gathered himself. Never picked up the pieces. He'd let them cut him and cut him, as if the rage would keep him from forgetting. His pain had become his drive. Looking at a situation at large subjectively had always been nearly impossible for him.

Scar closed his eyes, growing frustrated as he tried to push himself out of the haze. He was starting to notice the pounding pain in his hand from where he had stricken the wall. The Elrics were gone. It wasn't fair, it wasn't the way things were supposed to end, but it had happened. It didn't matter how much Scar tried to find reason in it. It wouldn't change.

"You won't." He spoke as if it were obvious, as if it weren't a direct contradiction to what he had just been saying. Scar had two choices. He could fade into apathy, or he could keep going for her sake. The choice was obvious, when he looked at it that way. And letting this break him only ensured that Landel won.

Maybe he couldn't pull himself together. But he could keep at her side.