With that, everything makes sense. It all falls perfectly into place. But how the hell had they managed to do it? Wouldn't people start noticing, if their Fuhrer was displaying traits of something less than human?

"Now I understand." That rage is still bubbling in his chest, threatening to spill over. There isn't a point, anymore, to get angry about it, but Scar has never been rational. He is, at least, smart enough to not take it out on this homunculus here and now.

"Which one are you, then?"