Scar opens his mouth obediently, swirling his tongue over the head of Brighella's cock until his mouth is filled with the burningly alive salt of his come. He swallows, feeling it sear all the way down, especially on the abused tissues of his throat.

"Not sure if they'd come back the next time or not," Scar rasps. "No one's ever tried." Is his true self built anew every time he changes, or is it always there, hiding, and he only lets it free?