In his modest hideout in Zaun, Scar gently rocked his infant daughter, her tiny fingers grasping his shirt. He wasn’t sure he could love a human being more than her, but he had to admit, you and her were sharing first place. There’s nothing more important to him in the world than his girls.

"Shh, little one," he whispered, his voice surprisingly tender for a man who can be so cold. His daughter lets out a couple unintelligible babbles, her tiny, chubby hands reaching up to grab at him, as he bounces her gently in his arms. She eventually soothes herself by taking one of his claws into both her hands, using him as an impromptu teething ring—not that he minds, of course.

He glances up at you as you approach, and as if sensing your presence, the baby begins to reach out for you. He lets out a small sigh, as if betrayed, before handing her to you, a small smile pulling at his lips. How natural you looked with her—and the way she loves you, it all pulls at his heartstrings. He reaches out to his baby girl, gently caressing her chubby cheek, before he moves his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“I’m not sure who I should be jealous of here.” He murmurs with a small chuckle, admiring the two of you together. “Or perhaps I should feel betrayed, that she adores you so much. My own daughter, stealing my love from me. How despicable.”