Scar doesn't react at all to Envy's moment of indignance, in the 'cool guys don't look at explosions kinda way. He finishes preparing his hearty porridge nutritious, filling breakfast before turning around, spoon in hand, looming at the counter rather than settling with Envy at the table.

"You lead. I wasn't there."

His tone is lowered, for the sleeping house, but also out of care for the situation. He can't not notice that their resident 400 year old 30 year old teenager deemed him worthy to even broach this odd little dilemma that's reared its head alongside Wrath's return.