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Being lookout was no fun!
It was an important job, of course, but Skizz hated doing it, and his choice of partner didn't help in the slightest. Every time Scar's back was completely turned to him, Skizz had to physically restrain himself from just jumping, swinging his axe down, and-
The arsonist glanced over, speaking accusingly, but like a kindergarten teacher who thinks you've been stealing their pencils. "Skizz, I- I hear you breathing heavy... are you thinking about killing me again?"
"I, well-"
Scar turned away and raised his spyglass again, seemingly accepting the answer.
"I- I know you're infected, but I'm red! Can't I just- just kill you anyway?!"
"That would make sense, but you know what would also be plausible? I might miss with my bow once we get back to fighting- I'm a bit of a bad shot, you know?" His voice got almost cheery.
"I know what you mean, man. Your hand might slip?"
"Exactly! I'm so glad you understand, Skizz, you're just so- understanding. That's the word that leaps to mind."
Skizz could hear a smile in his voice, and just wanted to punch it right off! "Are you doing the affirmations this time?"
"Oh, we could trade affirmations!" Scar turned fully to face him, lowering his spyglass. "We are together to make amends, after all! Have anything new for me?"
A couple words did, in fact, come to mind when he thought of Scar. "I've already given you one, but I do have another word for ya: determined. You're very... driven."
"Uh huh?" Scar beamed.
"You're impulsive, you just go ahead with whatever you want to do, and you blaze trails like you're a wildfire." He couldn't keep the bitterness out of his tone.
"Mm, makes sense. Hey, y'know, I've been thinking about what you said about being red. If you were to attack me... I'd be completely within my right to retaliate, right?"
Skizz stammered. He really wanted to use those couple of words.
"This really isn't a good amends-making exercise, huh?" Scar's eternal grin turned lopsided.
Skizz chuckled. "No- no, it's really not."
"What should we do, should we, like, play some cards? I think I have a slightly charred Uno deck in my inside pocket, just in case-"
"Uno will absolutely make it worse." Skizz laughed. "Even if we were on good terms- card games break up friendships better than your flint and steel!"
"Good point, good point."
"I have an idea: what if we tally up what we've done wrong to each other and apologize for those?"
"Uh-"
"You want to make amends, right?" Skizz smiled widely, taking out a sign. "Let's start by doing that."
Skizz divided the sign in half with a line. "Alright, watch this: 'Scar: burned down the Heart'-"
"It was made out of leaves! What else was I supposed to do?"
"Contain your ur- hm."
"See? You can't blame me for that! Just because your scheme fell apart-"
"Charity."
"Mhm. I know what you mean, don't worry. I have an honest business too. It's always nice to have people in your corner, you know?"
"Like allies, or like brothers?"
Scar winced. "Like- sponsors, allies, brothers, whatever you call it-"
"Very convenient for both of us that there's only one term for enemy, huh?"
Scar opened and closed his mouth a couple times, like words that could save him would come out if he wished for them enough.
Skizz raised his axe, and-
He broke the sign.
"I'll get you next week, Scar."
"You'll have some competition, but- you have my blessing. Best of luck!"