The scent of the desert. The give of sand under his feet and the blistering heat of the sun. A powerful wave of nostalgia hits Scar. It's been just over a year, now, since he's last set foot here.

The metallic clanking of Al's footsteps is immediately familiar, in spite of Scar's having not heard it in so long. When the boy speaks, Scar turns to him with a grim frown. Only one question comes to mind, and he isn't even sure Al will know.

"Is this Lior?"