Sometime later…
A smile rested on Scar's face as he lay there. He had dreamed of his parents and Isaac, not briefly, but a whole life lived alongside them. He had grown old in that dream, watched his parents become grandparents, and somehow, impossibly, Isaac had outlasted them even into Scar's fifties. Still alive.
Then, suddenly, his eyes were open. The familiar ceiling of his room looked back at him, the same one he had stared at more times than he could say.
He smiled briefly.
Something in him felt free in a way it hadn't before, light in a way that had nothing to do with his injuries. He was alive. And Isaac had been avenged. Both of those things were true at the same time, and he let himself feel them.
EHEM
"You are finally awake, how sad…"
Scar's head turned toward the voice. Julien lay on his bed, book in hand, unbothered.
Scar smiled.
"How long was I out? And how did I even survive?"
Julien shrugged.
