"You shouldn't have been hiding under the table. And you certainly shouldn't be stealing things out of coats."

Lust sighed. Scar had sat back down and she was grateful. He was a frightening looking man and Wrath was twitchy enough as it was. She took a deep breath and smoothed her dress over her thighs, more out of habit than anything.

Wrath was just a terrified little boy with apparently no home and no one to look after him. Whatever had happened before...it didn't matter now. She and Envy had talked about that, and it wasn't fair to make some exception for Wrath. If they could start over with clean slates, so could he. He was as much a victim as any of them, moreso really. He was and had been just a child.

And for god's sake, if she and Scar could be standing here attempting to start some sort of life together, she could extend forgiveness to Wrath.

"You don't have to live like that. Wrath...listen to me. I'm sorry for everything that happened back home. And earlier tonight. It's late, why don't we get you safely back to your room, alright?"

She glanced over at Scar, eyebrows raised to question if he'd be willing to help escort.