"I wasn't being sentimental," Scar scoffed defensively.
"You totally were," Alicia giggled. "Sure, it wasn't guilt. But it was definitely something. You know, that feeling you get when someone you care about finds out a dark secret about you, and you're terrified they'll leave."
Scar was stunned. She'd read him so accurately that he hadn't even realized that was what he was feeling. He was so estranged from ordinary human emotions that being psychoanalyzed by a teenager was jarring.
"What are you talking about?" Scar deflected, folding his arms more tightly. "It's not even that deep."
"But it is," Alicia said with a smile. "It's like you were worried I wouldn't want to be your friend anymore after finding out you'd killed people."
"I don't care what you think," Scar said sharply.
"Then why did you dramatically tell me to leave?" she challenged. "That's practically a textbook example of insecurity."
