#something smoething you could almost touch the sun when you had wings to take you there

[writer-room]

Something about how Scar has always been proved, time and again, that winning is by not having friends. How he was killed by his teammate in Third Life. Just how far he got in Last Life before trying to be nice, reach out a hand and got shot down for it every time. How in Double Life his team could betray him again. How he didn't make it all that far trying to stick together in Limited Life. Winning in Secret Life, when he had no real friends he could keep. Something about how he's always made to be alone.

And yet, there's still something to be said about how close he got to winning when his footprints were covered by talons. How long his eyes shone green with a watchful eye at his back. He couldn't win even with a friend, but he got close.

But close isn't a winner. So why even bother? Do not follow Icarus into the sun, lest you see your wax melt off with him. Just let him fall. Let him fall. It won't be you, that body plunging into the sea. You'll be lonely when he's gone, swallowed by salt and foolish dreams.

But at least you'll live.