Wrath blinks at Scar as though he just asked if the sky was blue.

"My Master. The traitor doesn't talk to me."

Or more accurately, Wrath himself had effectively shut down all of Lust's attempts to get through to him, and she, quite understandably, didn't bother to make the effort unless absolutely necessary.

Wrath draws his feet under him, letting out a quiet huff.

"I'm the only one who still tries to do as Master says."

Except he'd screwed up.

REAL BAD.