"So you exist in a constant state of denial, then. Because pretending that we actually deserve this is easier than admitting that we should both be dead."

He had only just been talking about how... good she was. Now it felt as if she had cut his knees out from behind him.

"There is nothing to be fixed." Scar's voice lowered, the surge of hot rage simmered down and all that was left was empty sadness and a sting in his throat and eyes. He turned away from her again, not wanting to acknowledge that she was just as miserable as he was.

"I have recognized my mistakes."