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Scar whistles quietly, tending to the flowers that line his driveway. He keeps mostly lilacs - they’re native here, and abundant enough that they even inspired the name of the district, Lilac Grove.
The sun is barely visible above the horizon; the dawn chorus cries from above. It’s gentle and peaceful, the exact opposite of what Scar did to achieve it.
He flaunts obliviousness and whimsy, but beneath that he knows just how much he doesn’t deserve this.
Satisfied with the water level of this flower bed, he wheels across the driveway to tend to the other, noticing movement from among the flowers. A kitten pokes her head up, lightly dusted with soil however not enough to obscure the distinctive pattern of grey and white on her fur.
“Well hello there, Katy Bee. You haven’t buried your brother I hope?”
She mews, pouncing onto his lap and nestling against his trouser leg.
“Of course not, how could I even suggest such a thing? Would you like to lend a hand with the watering?”
He offers her the watering can, which she immediately bats at with her paws, launching most of the water across the sun-scorched driveway. Scar chuckles.
While he certainly doesn’t deserve this life, that doesn’t make it any less his.