He wished things could be back to normal. Scar did not speak much, so his form was not much of an inconvenience for him. At least, he told himself that. Scar had still yet to master the art of considering his own well-being. But Lust could barely even function. Her eyes were horrific, her hands were useless, she couldn't support herself on two feet... If he could tell her that she shouldn't have gone out there, he would have, but communication was only possible by typing in the 'Gear, and that meant only the essentials. It was too late to tell her not to put herself in danger.

Scar slipped the phone out of his pocket and typed in a blank window:

I think I am poisoned.

He lowered it for Lust to read, not otherwise acknowledging her contact as they were still very much surrounded by people.