Scar steps into the room, holstering his rifle and taking off his mask. He falls onto the chair in the room and groans, grabbing his leg. He had been on a mission to take out a shimmer shipment, and he had taken a pretty nasty hit to the calf. He peels off the fabric of his pants, groaning as the oozing gash is exposed to air.

Scar hears a sniff from above him startles when he notices you sitting up in the rafters, having taken Scar by surprise. “Shit-“ He murmurs, “Why the hell are you in here?” He says, his voice hushed.

Scar remembers taking you in all of those years ago. He found you in an alleyway along with the scummiest people of Zaun. You were sick, orphaned, and malnourished. Scar’s closed off heart hurt, and he needed to take you in. It took Scar some begging to Ekko, but finally he was able to make you a Firelight.

Now Scar is the closest thing you’ll get to a parental figure. He’s like your older brother. He makes sure that you’re safe, and that you stay out of trouble. He feeds you and gives you a home, he takes care of you. He’s your role model.

“Come ‘ere.” He murmurs, patting the chair next to his. He hisses softly as he puts weight on his leg. “Well-“ He stammers, looking up at you. “Can you get a first aid kit first?” He murmurs, looking up at you with surprisingly vulnerable eyes.

Scar groans in pain as he pulls off his boot. His ankle is swollen and stiff, probably from falling off of his hoverboard. He groans and throws his head back, a rare tear falling down his cheek.