When scar woke again, the first thing he noticed was that he was warm. That.. wasn't like the room he had normally been. The bed also hadn't been this comfortable.

....wait a minute. The diamonds from before. His allay form- okay, slow down. He felt normal, basically human again, so he sighed into the blankets below him.

He tried to pry open an eye to see where on earth he was before something pressed against his lips, and he paused for a moment before opening his mouth without a second thought.

Something sweet and hard fell onto his tongue, and he chewed thoughtfully while his mind supplied what it was: a diamond.

He felt another one being brought closer and he opened his mouth again, melting into the blankets below him as his transformation was forced yet again.

He was fed a few more before the steady flow of diamonds stopped and he was finally able to open his eyes, which showed a.... Hand approaching him?

He shrieked, flying backwards away from the hand descending upon him only to be stopped by another hand, though this one had something in it, which was quickly pressed into his hands.

He calmed quickly, chittering anxiously at himself for a moment while he figured out what he was holding. It felt bumpy, and as he peered at it, he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was. Which, not that it mattered since a hand closed around him a few seconds later, causing him to drop it, but he wanted to hold it!

He chittered angrily at the hand before a finger pressed against his head and pet him slowly. His angry sounds slowly died off into a purr, and the hand brought him closer to the body it was attached to and held him there, a comforting presence at his back.

He stayed like that for a while, held there comfortably until the hand stopped, and this time when he made a sound at the person it was for more pets, and not in an angry tone.

The mystery person chuckled, his voice soft but deep as he spoke to Scar, bringing him upright so the allay could look the person in the face.

"I'd always knew you'd be perfect. Already chaotic, and you're not even... perfect yet, my little pet. But, soon. Soon."

Scar made a soft sound at the person, who's vivid blue eyes peaked through the long gray hair flowing over his face in fluffy waves, and wiggled around a little bit.

The person hushed him and stood up, keeping a firm grip on him as he started to walk away with the small allay, murmuring softly to him.

"You, my pet, are going to be great. No other hybrid like you is alive, and I've spent years tracking you down. I didn't get to finish my experiment the first time, no, but I won't let anyone get in the way now. Never again. Never. Again."

As he spoke, his grip grew tighter and tighter.

"Oh, and I'll make sure to tell you're other little friend, that tainted vex you had hung out with, that you said hello. Of course, it might be over your dead body, but who cares? I'm not letting this opportunity pass."

As the person started to laugh, Scar squeaked up at him in a confused tone.... He was promptly ignored, leaving him to pout in the person's hand, but at least he could see where they were headed.

The red and white carpet was still there, and they passed quite a few libraries on their journey through the house. Was it even a house?? It seemed like it was going on forever, honestly. A rather quiet tingle in the back of his brain, like an itch he couldn't scratch, was panicking about that.

He really didn't like it. It felt... wrong. But, no, that was supposed to be there, wasn't it? He.... couldn't remember. Everything honestly was a haze around him despite his clear vision.

It didn't help that the hand holding him was warm, causing him to get sleepy again. Every once in a while he started to fall back asleep again, and every time he was woken back up by pets again.

He purred his thanks, or trilled, or chirped. Anything to show his gratitude to the nice person that was petting him.

The person never said anything back. He didn't really say anything at all. Maybe a quiet mumble here and there, but nothing super important (to scar's ears, that is :))

The silence was... deafening. Ironic, right? Eventually, it got to be too much for Scar, and he tried to talk with the person again. Key word: tried. He...................... wasn't really able to talk right now w̶ait̶ a̶ m̶i̶n̶ut̶e̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶nt h̶e̶? But he tried nonetheless, anything to get rid of the yucky silence.

The guy (which he finally deduced it was indeed a guy) who holding him, he didn't really like the sounds Scar was making. Since Scar was unable to look up towards the guy's face, he missed the disgusted look he got as he chattered away, on and on and on.

....the person's squeezing did not feel good, he decide as he slowly fell silent again, trying to at least loosen the grip that was holding him to no avail.

He froze when he felt the hand moving, and found himself staring into those pretty, now diamond colored... eyes....

He managed to get one arm free, reaching towards the man, only succeeding in touching the tip of his nose, but it was still enough for Scar. He instantly started to purr, and the grip loosened until the person sighed and continued walking.

They stayed like that, Scar gently touching the guys nose while the guy gently held him back, for who knows how long until they finally reached a door that was.. different than the others.

Not that Scar knew. This place blended together, and the walls and doors all looked the same (which is why it had felt like an eternity walking). But still, the guy stepped inside and closed the door behind them, locking them in the extremely well lit room.

To say that Scar was instantly on guard was an understatement. It felt like he was underwater with how loudly his instincts started yelling, but he couldn't understand why! There wasn't anything here, just the nice guy an him. He softly whined his predicament, trying to burrow into the warm hands to see if that would help block it out, his tiny wings flapping anxiously on his back.

The hands (oh these warm helpful wonderful hands) closed around him, encasing him in a soft darkness with only a little bit of light sneaking through.

There Scar curled up, soaking in the darkness until the voices died down enough. When it was.. a good quiet, he poked at the hands, which immediately opened up and peered at him with a concerned expression.

".....Are you alright my pet?"

The guy whispered, giving Scar a quick pet on the head. He promptly nodded, clinging onto one of the nearby fingers for some more much needed comfort, chittering away softly, trying to voice his problem.

When all he got was a semi-blank look, he sighed and just settled for clinging some more as the guy finally walked further into the room, allowing Scar to finally get a good look at it.

There was a small fireplace, lit, in the corner of the room, a large desk with papers thrown around on top of it, a bed shoved in another corner, and what looked like a cage made of iron hung from the ceiling in the center of the room. And don't even get Scar started on how many books were in this guy's room. There had to be hundreds of books, thousands even. The shelves holding them stretched from floor to ceiling, and they were chalked full of books. Not a single space was open.

...His eyes were caught on the cage. It looked... really similar to how his.. no no, to how it was the first.. time.... His eyes widened and he squeaked. Loudly. 

At the sight of the cage, it sort of awoke Scar again from the allay mindset. How on earth was this random guy- how did he know?! Was it... no. No no no no no no no no-

He started to struggle, but the guy just gave him what looked to be a puzzled look and kept walking closer... and closer... and closer..........

As soon as he was set down in the cage, he freaked out. Making loud sounds, throwing himself against the one thing he knew his magic wouldn't let him move, giving looks to the guy who he never did trust.... well, his human brain never did.

The guy just looked at him, shrugged, and walked away. 

This stupid allay, the guy thought as he walked, sitting down behind his desk. Thinks I actually care. Thought I actually had cared. Ha! Serves him right.... Now time to start...

The plan.