"That's true, isn't it? You're all used up, after all." He takes Scar's wrist and pulls, dragging the bone back into place with force, having to judge by sensation when it's in relatively the right place. Hopefully Scar's Abyssal healing will take care of the rest. He licks his lips, his own pupils just as dark. "Now, what uses could I possibly have for a used-up beast like you?"
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