Kimblee talked very little after that, although Scar found it harder to feed him, and more often than not he absolutely refused to co-operate with any sort of care.
"Thank Ishballa he doesn't need a bathroom." Scar muttered, and his brother's voice reminded him that this meant he was dying of dehydration. Irrationally, Scar cared.
He finally discovered that Kimblee could be tempted by certain scents, when he brought a pomegranate from a tree near the well, and when offered, Kimblee swallowed several seeds, then drank a gulp of water to wash down the sour aftertaste. Scar could help smirking as he wiped juice from the corner of the alchemist's lip.
"So you'll eat fruit?" Scar said, not really expecting an answer. Kimblee frowned, but his breathing was steady, and he didn't throw up, so Scar decided it was a victory. The alchemist shut his eyes and Scar shrugged, crushing the rest of the seeds into a drinking jug. One way or another, he would get this alchemist healthy. Why, he didn't know.
While Kimblee slept, scar tried to remember how to doctor eye injuries.
