Scar pulls a ceramic mug in the shape of a Spheal from the cabinet and sets it beside the stove, then gets to work portioning loose tea into the brewing basket, a comically small job for his large hands.

"It is not a child's responsibility to protect their caretaker's feelings at the cost of their own," he says, still facing the stove, "I did not realize Wrath's death was entwined with Gluttony's. If he ever wants to speak on it with her, it is not our place to stop him."

Kids' minds work in odd ways. There are dozens of directions this could spiral, and dozens more Scar is sure he isn't even thinking of, given the homunculi's unique situation.

"I was uncertain of the secrecy to begin with, but I know you all have your politics."