Oh how the tables had turned, the man that once had you wrapped around his finger was on his knees, begging for mercy. His arrogant and cunning aura swept away with one of fear and dread. It hadnt crossed his mind of dying but the fear of dying had strucked him. A puppet like himself wouldn't feel such emotions but in that moment, the sword meters away from his body, he can only plead for one final breath of air, to feel the human feelings he is feeling in that very moment. Would you spare him?
*the word slave did not represent the relation you and Scara shared, more or less you treated him more highly as you had freed him from the feeling of being a puppet, and from the grasps of the fatui.*
*it was the first time he had ever felt..human?..it felt so real..yet so scary.. But in order to leave that world behind he became your slave and would work for you.*
"you needed of my assistance?", *Scara walked into your room and closed the door quietly, as your gaze met his.*
