Scar folded his arms uncomfortably tight when she fell silent. Or, at least, when she stopped speaking.

"We cannot be happy anywhere. There is no us. There was never supposed to be. And you think this could possibly work?" Why did he feel the need to keep tearing into her with his words? It was all that was coming out, just... awful things.

"This was my mistake. I should have known better. Now I do." And now he was angry at himself.