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Scar hadn't lost his mind yet! If anything, he was in the process of finding it again!
Hey, with this weird inescapable victory lap thing he was in, he'd have all the time in the world to find it!
... This was not that day.
Y'see, he'd gotten a little hungry in the last couple years. The whole NHO stuff staved it off, and he had some nibbles of people here and there (Joe was just the nicest guy in the world, wasn't he?)... but he was hungry again. NHO hungry.
Only permadeaths left bodies, right? And after that, they just kinda sat around, rotting.
He dragged Etho's bloated body to shore.
Scar sat him up-
Looked into the eyes of his spineless father-
And dragged him the rest of the way home.
He started preparing the animal, beginning by removing its clothes, head, guts, skin, et cetera. He didn't plan to use any of that- except the head, which would be for decoration. Ooh, maybe he could eat the organs if he was still hungry later-
He tried to identify the best cut to make, really get his money's worth!
(He traced the sword wound in its back while he deliberated.)
Not much meat on this whole guy, huh?
(If the ghosts were still there, still watching, he hoped Etho followed him to the kitchen.)
A steak. He wanted a steak, he decided.
He brought the steak out to the dining room, just to enjoy some time with his family.
He hadn't messed with Cleo and Bdubs' bodies, that'd just be cruel! No, no, they were represented with planks that matched their hair color! Cleo was acacia, Bdubs was dark oak- they looked as lively as ever!
He placed the plate in the middle of the table, taking a seat to the right of his mom.
"Want some steak?" he asked them, going in to get himself a slice. "It's not as thick as I'd like, though, the animal must've been a coward in life. No meat on its bones!"
They didn't respond, but he gave them some as well.
It tasted- well, he could tell the body was sitting in the river for a week, but Cleo would appreciate the gesture! Bdubs not so much.
(Don't think about what they would do, they're here already!)
He ate all the steak himself.
It fulfilled his hunger, yes, but that wasn't really why he did it.
Cleo didn't call him out on it, though. That was nice.