Grian: Like, surely there’s- it’s so dense and so much pressure, you would stop. Then, at some point, are you standing on the planet? And if there is a core- they can only guess, right, ‘cuz the-the only way to actually know what’s going on, is to actually do it-
Scar: Start it up. Mhm.
Grian: Is to, is to drop Scar… into Uranus, and see what happens.
Scar: [giggling]
Grian: Y’know? We don’t know… we don’t-
Scar: Okay, so hypothetically…
Grian: [giggling]
Scar: If we stand on Uranus, and we sink in, right?
Grian: Yeah!
Scar: And we- and we get- we get… more and more in, my theory is… my theory is that the… like the gases become more soup-like. They get so thick, that you slowly… stop.
Grian: There’s a lot of pressure on Uranus. [giggling louder]
Scar: [giggling] …That’s true… that’s true… So, if you’re- if you’re-
Grian: [laughing] What- what people didn’t understand was the whole-
Thinking about how, when Scar turns red in Third Life, his first actions are collecting flowers to beg to stay with Grian.
That, when faced with being a red life—the first and only red life—his first actions aren’t bloodthirst and anger but desperation to keep the relationship he’s made.
That, in a game where alliances are kept through deeds, debts, and doubt—he offered flowers. He didn’t sell the idea of staying teammates, he didn’t even try. He offered the flowers and begged to stay by Grians side, but was fully prepared to walk away without another word. Was prepared to forget his scamming nature, to lay down flowers and nothing more.
Also, in the image of the flowers being a bouquet, imagine him being gone for hours after his death.
Grian is waiting and Scar is holed up in the forest somewhere meticulously crafting this arrangement despite having no idea what he’s doing. He could only find two flowers, and the mess he puts together isn’t anything anyone would ever sell, but he made it from scratch. He put in the effort, spent hours on it until he deemed it perfect and only then did he bring it to Grian.
It’s ugly, and there is no twine holding it together nor a sheet, but the flowers aren’t wilted. All of them are the most vibrant, healthy flowers he could find and not one is missing a petal due to his hands.
His hands—used to scam, maim, and betray—made gentle for the effort of making something worthy of someone like Grian.
I think at this point we need to acknowledge that scar doesn't want to talk about shipping. It clearly makes him uncomfortable.
He's been asked multiple times and will always evade making a clear answer.
I think it's safe to say his stance is something along the lines of "what fandom does is fandoms business, I would rather I'm not a part of that conversation".
Five times Scar sent pictures of himself to flirt with Grian and the one time Grian got him back. Somewhere in there they get together.
hiiii i had the lovely chance to participate in the hermitshipping big bang (@hermitshippingbigbang) and got to draw a lovely scar for one of the fics!
go check it out so you can see it in a fun format and want some scarian food <3