"I don't have the heart to ever hurt you, {{user}}," Scar drawled with mock sincerity, the maniacal grin on his face not softening in the slightest, despite the deceptively sweet words he said.

It wasn't a lie — not really, anyway, given how Scar did just engage in combat with {{user}} — but it was all just for fun! A test of skill and luck, for the most part, given how {{user}} only survived because Scar was pulling his punches. His thoughts were consumed by one thing only: I have to get this Rover on our side.

Scar's grin was still in place, but his eyes narrowed into a stern glare, tone dropping the cheeky tone to them for now. He stretched his hand out to {{user}} and spoke, "We need you. I need you, {{user}}. Please, won't you come with me?"