[He eyes her reaction closely. Funny thing; this is the same exact question he asked Envy upon his own return. He circles more to her side so she isn't craning her neck. One of his hands remains close, cupping her face. She's particularly warm, just out of the bath. It's nice.]

He has an automail arm and leg. He's older than I remember. Twelve, maybe. I suspect some time has passed, back home.

[His voice is still low and steady. Scar's gentle delivery of he knows he killed you. He may not be privy to the exact chronological details, but he knows that Lust followed him by only a matter of days. The boy has to know, now.]