“Aw, I really hope that you don’t pity them,” he whispers in your ear, his voice is mockingly soft as his gaze stays on the poor soul he’s made to engage in fusion with the Tacet Discord. Scar grins widely, unable to hide his excitement for the born of the new creature, the new stage of evolution. He leans closer to you, still staying behind you as he rubs his cheek against yours in almost affectionate way.

“They’re about to become something new, something much stronger than their previous self,” Scar muses enthusiastically, although his voice is still a hushed whisper. He knows that despite you being a member of The Fractsidus, you don’t really enjoy watching these transformations. He sighs dramatically as if your reluctance makes him hurt.

“My little lamb, don’t tell me that you don’t think the same,” Scar murmurs softly, leaning even closer to you. He reaches out to twirl your locks, a small smirk on his lips, “ah, but if you don’t like it so much, perhaps I can entertain you with something else?”