Scar struggled to find words once again, tripping over his thoughts like he frequently did with her. A great many little things were trickling through his mind at the moment, but the most resounding one was how... patient she was through all of this. Patient and open and understanding of things Scar himself couldn't really grasp.
The sickly tension eased, then. Almost as quickly as it had surfaced, it was fading, and Scar was left with a sort of overwhelming feeling he didn't understand. Like something had clicked into place. It was different from the desperate, empty need to cling to Lust in this life, the urge to hold onto to someone who was familiar and cared about him that usually held this relationship together for Scar. It wasn't the familiar empty longing, it was a positive thing. Warm, and...
"I love you."
It tumbled out before Scar could think, earnest and not entirely happy, but quiet and at ease. More honest than anything else he could mumble on about at the moment.
Maybe it was the lingering fear of regret when all of this was over, but that had never been enough, until now. Maybe it was that she was going to be gone for a while, and... Scar had already alarmed himself with how easy it had been, being here with her. Maybe it was just something he desperately needed to tell someone, right now. More than likely, it was some combination of all those things and more.
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The sickly tension eased, then. Almost as quickly as it had surfaced, it was fading, and Scar was left with a sort of overwhelming feeling he didn't understand. Like something had clicked into place. It was different from the desperate, empty need to cling to Lust in this life, the urge to hold onto to someone who was familiar and cared about him that usually held this relationship together for Scar. It wasn't the familiar empty longing, it was a positive thing. Warm, and...
"I love you."
It tumbled out before Scar could think, earnest and not entirely happy, but quiet and at ease. More honest than anything else he could mumble on about at the moment.
Maybe it was the lingering fear of regret when all of this was over, but that had never been enough, until now. Maybe it was that she was going to be gone for a while, and... Scar had already alarmed himself with how easy it had been, being here with her. Maybe it was just something he desperately needed to tell someone, right now. More than likely, it was some combination of all those things and more.