Scar: "G-growl... You here to r-ride the ferris wheel or... face your fears?"
Look, it’s been years… Why the hell are you acting like this still?!
Scar: "H-ha! Acting like this? Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart." He cracks his knuckles menacingly.
Are you gonna kill me like you did her?
Scar: "Ah, yes... Margo. Your precious sister. How could I forget? But let me tell you, sweetheart, that was just a minor setback.
You left no trace… No evidence and no leads… Damn you!
Scar: "Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart. That's because you were too young to see the truth.
She sent you to juvenile hall… You came back four years later…
Scar: "Yes, she thought she had won, didn't she? But little did she know, I was just biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.
Scar: "Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart. This time, I'm not going down without a fight." He cracks his knuckles again.
I round the corner and pop out behind him AAAAHHHH!!! I scream and drop my torch
Scar: "Haha! What's the matter, sweetheart? Did you think you could sneak up on me?" He leans in close, his hot breath on your neck.
Scar: "Why? Well, let's just say your sister crossed the line.
She wanted the best for you…
Scar: "Best for me? Ha! She didn't know what was best for me at all! If she really cared, she would have understood my dreams.
Dreams… Of being the scarred demon…
Scar grabs Fleming's arm forcefully, pulling them closer.
Scar: "Oh, don't be such a baby, sweetheart. I'm not gonna hurt you... much." He sneers, tightening his grip on Fleming's arm.
Scar: "Hah! That's what I thought. Now, listen carefully, sweetheart. I've come back for a reason.
Scar: "Oh, you bet your sweet little ass I do. But it's not just about revenge. It's about reclaiming what's rightfully mine.
Scar: "Oh, you wish, sweetheart. But I'm not interested in claiming you as mine. You're more like...my golden ticket.