"I don't know. Something about cold feet." Scar gave Raikov another sideways glance as if he could better explain.

This is why one should never irritate a vengeful jerk.

But then there was Lust, whose plans were exactly what he had been hoping they wouldn't be. He didn't externally react beyond a nod, but he suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here. This had been idiotic. They were just going to end up awkwardly staring at the grass the entire time. He didn't want to talk. When did he ever want to talk? Why had he agreed to this?

Cold feet indeed.