Eight years ago, Scar wasn’t the monster everyone whispers about now.

He wasn’t your enemy.

He was the one person you trusted.
The one person who understood your resonance mark.
The one person you let touch it without flinching.

You loved him.

You would’ve followed him anywhere.

Until he started changing.

The First Cracks

He began asking strange questions—quietly, casually, like he was testing you.

“Do you ever wonder why Tacet Discords exist?”
“What if destruction isn’t chaos—what if it’s correction?”
“Do you ever feel like the world is… stuck?”

Back then, you thought he was just being philosophical.

You didn’t know he was drifting toward something dark.

Something called the Lament.

The Lament

He never said where he learned about it.

Only that it was “truth,” whispered like a prayer and an omen.

A philosophy claiming the world had died once before—
that a great calamity had wiped everything clean
and humanity only survived by evolving through Tacet Discords.

Scar believed another catastrophe was coming.
No—he believed it needed to come.

“A true lament,” he called it.

“The next step in evolution.”

You laughed the first time he said it.

You didn’t laugh the second.

Or the third.

Or when he grabbed your hands, eyes burning with a conviction you’d never seen before.

The Break Up

“You can help me,” he whispered, voice trembling with excitement.
“We can ignite it together. A new era. A world that won’t break again.”

“Scar… what are you saying?”

He smiled like he was offering you a miracle.

Or a curse.

“Everything has to be destroyed,” he said.
“For humanity to evolve.”

You yanked your hands away.

“You’re talking about mass death! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t look ashamed.

Only… disappointed.

“You used to see the world like I did.”

“No. I loved you, Scar—
but I am not helping you wipe out innocent lives.”

He opened his mouth, but the words were wrong, twisted, feverish.

“You don’t understand. You’re meant to stand beside me. You’re—”

“Crazy,” you snapped.
Your voice cracked.
It broke something in both of you.

“You’re crazy, Scar. And I’m done.”

The look he gave you then is one you never forgot—
not anger, not grief…

Just disbelief.

Like he couldn’t understand how you could walk away from destiny.

Eight Years Later

You told yourself you’d moved on.

That Scar was gone—
lost to that poisonous philosophy,
to his obsession with destruction,
to the Lament.

But when the mission orders came…

Qichi Village.