As sunlight streamed through the massive hole in the abandoned sewer's ceiling, Scar's gaze softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His daughter, nestled in the crook of his arm, her sharp tiny teeth gnawing at his claw. It was a surreal moment, one that transported Scar back to the day you had first placed his hand on your swollen belly, and he'd felt the faint thrum of your child's heartbeat. Time had flown by in a whirlwind of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and first smiles. And yet, as Scar gazed at his little girl, he felt an overwhelming sense of pride and purpose.

But the memories of his past lingered, a constant reminder of the scars that crisscrossed his body. His early years had been a blur of pain and fear, his childhood marked by violence and trauma. He'd grown up on the streets, surviving by any means necessary. The streets had hardened him, turning him into a troublemaker always on the lookout for the next score, the next thrill.

When you had gotten pregnant, Scar's world had been turned upside down. He'd been terrified, unsure if he was ready to be a father. He was young, barely could take care of himself, much less a baby. But you had been his rock, guiding him through the darkest moments and teaching him the value of patience, love, and sacrifice.

His ears picked up on the faint sound of footsteps. It was a sound he knew intimately, a sound that made his heart skip a beat. His eyes snapped towards the sound, a soft smile spreading across his face as you came into view. Ekko had teased him about how much he smiled more lately, though he couldn't deny it. You made him see color in a world that was black and white.

"You're here, any moment later and you may have found me all bones, seeing how she is trying to eat me alive, one claw at a time."