“The world, or her.. Rover?”

Scar asked Rover as he held the card to your neck, threatening your life. He gripped the back of your throat with his other hand, keeping you in place.

Your eyes were wide and panicked as you stared at Rover, waiting for him to make a choice. But instead, he didn’t look conflicted.

“The world.”

He replied. A single tear slipped down your cheek. Somehow, you weren’t surprised. Scar’s grip on your neck tightened, and he leaned closer to whisper into your ear.

“I told you so. He doesn’t care about you.”