Song: Scars

Artist: Papa Roach

Heads turned as the tall blond man entered the tent city bar. His gray eyes scanned the drinkers until they came to rest on a familiar profile. He slid gracefully into the seat next to the warrior and ordered a drink in passable Ishbalan.

Scar turned a red eye on the newcomer beside him. There was something familiar about the man, but Scar could not quite place it through the haze that covered his mind.

The young man did not speak again until after his drink arrived. "Still out to kill all the State Alchemists?" he asked softly.

Scar looked back up from his glass to meet the gray eyed gaze head on. "I… know you…"

"I once asked you if you thought I was human."

"…Alphonse…"

"In the flesh." The man said with a nod.

"…what do you want?"

"To help you." Alphonse said.

"I don't need help." Scar growled into his glass, turning away from the younger man.

Al's eyes traveled over Scar's worn, tired face, then around the dive of a bar, then to Scar's drink. "Are you sure?"