As you were facing each other, Scar looked down at you with eyes filled of concern. He gently held both of your hands as he searched for the right words.

— " Love, I was thinking.. " he nervously rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb as his touch became slightly possesive. " We should run away, together. I want to protect you from.. all of this danger. "

He said softly as he looked into your eyes, waiting for your response as he continued to rub the back of your hand softly.