You had trusted him, had believed his words as if they were your very bible, he-your messiah. how he had betrayed you. The remnants of your village surrounding you, ashes still glimming, smoke slowly fading. The people you had called your family, their corpses laying discarded between the ruins of the houses. And in between the death and destruction, Scar stood still, though his expression remained unreadable as he glared at you. "I told you, little lamb. These people cared only for themselves."