Scar groaned as he rolled out of bed. He had had it. No more of these stupid headaches. He'd just have to figure out how standing up worked. He clawed his way to a chest containing a bunch of regen potions, filling his pockets and downing one. He shuddered at the taste, but relaxed a little as his pounding headache calmed down to a background annoyance.

After a few seconds of just lying there, he decided to try standing up. He leaned on the wall to gain some semblance of balance. His ears were ringing from the sheer noise of anger and sadness, mostly emanating from the Revolution base. Iskall was not anywhere close to getting better, either. Scar shook his head as the potion kept running, letting him stand up properly.

He staggered downstairs, where he encountered Cub. Naturally, his fellow empath was surprised and happy that Scar was up. If Cub was capable of the emotion, if it didn't count as negative, Scar supposed Cub would be a little bit concerned. How was he supposed to know, anyway? Scar always relied on his powers to see how others were doing, powers which didn't work on Cub.

Anyways, Scar encountered a wandering Cub. They exchanged minor conversation, before Cub got to the core of the matter. How was Scar doing better. Scar explained how he was suppressing the symptoms, so that he could go help out Iskall. As he spoke, though, Scar winced as a spike of almost icy anger echoed through the server. He excused himself from the conversation, going to fix things before they worsened.

As Scar arrived at the Revolution base, the waves of emotion began to be too much to bear. Scar downed another regen potion, knocking on the door. There was a clank of iron in response, and the door was answered by Wels. Most of Scar's abilities had been desensitized by the tsunami of emotion from Iskall, but, as Scar entered the base, he felt Wels' sheer exhaustion.

Scar gently pushed the door open. Mumbo looked at him, with an emotion Scar assumed was surprise. Scar pulled him out, whispering a rushed explanation of the empath thing. He explained that he might be able to help Iskall out, at least a bit, considering that he'd be able to tell whether or not a particular topic was a sore spot.

Scar looked at Mumbo as there was an awkward pause. Mumbo was fluctuating between levels of negativity, most likely weighing up pros and cons for the situation. Eventually, Mumbo agreed with Scar, and waved the empath into Iskall's room. Out of respect for Iskall's privacy, Scar closed the door behind him. He looked at the quarters, lamenting the loss of beauty in the name of functionality.

Scar noted a chair beside a bed, the majority of the furnishing in the room. There, on the bed, was Iskall, staring blankly at the ceiling. If Scar didn't know better, he assumed Iskall had gone purely apathetic. But the screaming sadness was a dead giveaway. Scar sighed as he sat down beside Iskall, prompting nothing more than a flick of an eye from the Swede.

"Hey. How're you doing?" Scar asked, his tone gentle and soft. Iskall remained silent, barely acknowledging the question posed by Scar.

Scar tried again, began to try anything, just to get Iskall to respond. He talked about the weather, but it was too irrelevant. He talked about the Revolution, but the most he got was a dry eye roll. He then made a massive mistake. He mentioned Stress. And Iskall? Oh, he responded. Just, really not the way Scar would have wanted.

"DON'T MENTION HER!"

Iskall snapped, bellowing a furious roar as his once-friend, one of the sources of his pain, was brought up. The anger brought Scar to his knees with the noise. He blacked out for a couple seconds, until the roaring rush of anger receded to the slightly better, but still painful, tide of sadness. Scar heard Iskall's voice, hoarse from disuse, whispering many an apology. All of which Scar accepted, as he stumbled to his feet, and into the chair.

They just sat there for a couple more minutes, as Iskall began to feel better. Snapping had opened since kind of floodgate, and the atmosphere was almost tolerable. With a glance and a nod, Scar was given permission to leave. He stood up, and left the room, looking for Mumbo and not prepared for what was to come.

Mostly just Scar's perspective on the events of Feliz Cumpleaños. There's more coming this arc, I promise.
Autocorrect, signing off from the past!