007. [Video]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[It's not uncommon for Wrath to be sharing screentime with his Pokemon, but in this case, he looks distinctly irritated about it.]

[Behind him is a Lopunny that's a good foot or so taller than him, clad in a dress that is... DAMN FANCY-LOOKING, ACTUALLY. There's like... frills and ribbons and junk.]

[Wrath glares directly into the camera, appealing to the hypothetical audience to side with him.]</sub>

She wasn't gonna be happy until Mama and I bought her a DRESS.

And she's still not happy!

Why does she like clothes so much?

Pokemon don't even need to wear clothes like people and things that look like people do.

I wish I was a Pokemon, because then I wouldn't need to wear clothes.



<sub>[The Lopunny-- a recent acquisition from the raid he'd performed with Ralph of a wealthy socialite's all-night dinner party, aka Wrath's first Real Mission (tm)-- lets out a huff and taps her long, curved claws impatiently on her arm. She clearly is about as pleased to be paired with Wrath as he is with her.]

[He responds with a huff of his own.]</sub>

Hmph.

Anyway, she's brown.

So her name is Dirty.

_{[The rabbit Pokemon's head whips around, outraged, but Wrath yells right over her angry growl.]}

I DON'T CARE, DIRTY!

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[envy_the_sinners]

[Judging by the "oh shit" look Wrath has just given the camera, Scar might. Actually have something to be concerned about.

But there was never anyone who could have been...]

To create the Philosopher's Stone?

[She wouldn't have been one of the people of Lior, and there was only one Amestrian whom Scar put his trust in.]

[garbagechild]

_{[Wrath looks kind of ill. When she gets here, she's going to kill him.]}

I-- I gotta go...

_{[That probably answers Scar's question for him.]}

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar won't say anything else. He wants to know more, but in spite of the dizzying bomb that's just been dropped on him, he has enough tact to not demand further answers from a child who clearly thinks he's going to be beaten for letting this slip.

There's a reason Lust and Gluttony just happened to show up in the city. There's a reason a young Amestrian woman showed up and suddenly started caring for the people of Lior. There's a reason the military invaded counter to their supposed orders. Why Lyra was always with him...

What of the tunnel? Edward clearly got away, and that left her with Rose. What happened to Rose? What happened to the other citizens? Scar suddenly felt sick.

Al must have known. How could he not, at this point? But he could have assumed anything, there were plenty of excuses for his never so much as mentioning it.

For Lust, there was nothing. She knew the entire time. She would have known in Lior. She would know here. There was no excuse. No reason for her to keep the truth from him. He suddenly feels sick, heavy. Like acid is spidering from the center of his chest out to his limbs. It's awful, miserable, and recently unfamiliar. What else is she lying about? This is what he gets for ever trusting her in the first place.

Eventually, Scar remembers to click off his gear.]