Although not quite on Envy's level... Wrath tilts his head, too.

"Oh..." Scratching at his unfortunate bramble-patch hair, he mulls this over. "I don't want to make her sad... I already hurt her bad enough..."

Even if she'd forgiven him, even if he had in fact had her forgiveness all along and just hadn't known... Wrath is not over it, and may in fact never be. The last thing he can imagine wanting is to hurt her even more.

But then his brows lift, as something seemingly occurs to him.

"... Unless it would cheer her up. To know how I went."

He looks between Scar and Envy, a glimmer of that original pure-as-driven-snow innocence shining through that haunted shroud that's been hanging over everything he does and says for two years straight.

"I slashed her spine... and then, something similar happened to mine."

His actions had come back to bite him... literally!

"We both died in agony... but, it's a little funny."

He could not be more earnest if he tried.