Without thinking much about it, Lust's arms went around Scar, her hands pressing against his shoulder blades and gripping him tightly. She was so aware of the warmth of him and scent of him, real and alive and there. It was a comfort and reassurance she didn't realize she'd needed this badly.

It was terrifying, really, to be at the emotional mercy of another person. There was nothing either of them could do about it. Somehow, somewhere along the line, Scar had become tangled and twined intimately and inseparably with Lust's own hopes and wants and dreads. It had happened even before they came to this place. She thought of a possible happy future and life, and Scar is there. She knows that's not quite right, not how humans normally love, so desperately and deeply with so little to go on, but...

They were different, she and Scar. The past that stretched out behind them, the ghosts that still sometimes lingered between them, their own brokenness. They were broken in different ways, and not irreparable, but they were very broken people. That was all part of it, though. There was no one else who could possibly put them back together but one another. They'd always been linked and connected, in some way. It was stupid and dangerous to need him so badly, but she did.

Waking up human in this world hadn't returned to her anything she'd lost. Hearing his voice had.