Wriothesley chuckles like Scar's just told a joke, his eyes just growing darker as Scar takes a bite of him, very literally. His voice is strained from the squeeze of Scar's hand, but it still holds a great deal of confidence. "You know, nobody's ever had the guts to cut my head off." And it's a little hard to do on his own. Judging from other experiments, though, he's sure it would grow back. He's not sure it matters what gets removed anymore. It'll all come back.

"Four..." He licks his lips. "You got what it takes for one more?"