"I am perfectly aware that nobody says that," Scar says evenly as he scowls down at his 'gear. He's desperately trying to close the page, but his broad thumb bumps a link to what his Sun sign can tell him about finding his soulmate this Summer.

Envy is still talking. Scar's eyes dart to the kitchen table in question, then over to Envy, then back to the table, where his attention lingers.

"That you are."

The emphasis on you is so subtle that it's plausibly deniable. A slip of the tongue. A ghost of warning shot.