A/N: I should hold my stories hostage more often. I mean, if that's what it takes to get reviews...

In case you all haven't guessed, this is the last chapter. But don't fret! Coming soon to a computer screen near you: Scars: Chimera! Scars: Don't Call Them 'Shorts'! And Scars: Homonculus!

Also, an extended version of The Scene in chapter Six will soon be up on my brand new LiveJournal (check my profile for the link).

Oh, and Grosser? If you need to fart, do it.

Epilogue: Imandote

Scar knew that what he was doing was for the best. Alphonse was better off without him.

Yes, the Furhur had granted him a full pardon for saving his life, but Scar knew in his bones that it wouldn't be long until someone else targeted him for revenge, or targeted Alphonse, to get to Scar.

Yes. This was for the best.

"You know…" Roy Mustang drawled from the shadows of the courtyard, "I thought you were going to Rizenbul with Major Elric and Major Ishtar when young Abraham gets his new leg."

Scar froze, studying the one eyed man intently. Roy smiled an enigmatic smile and stepped out into the light.

"Or have you decided to be oh so noble, and leave for his own good?" he asked in faintly mocking tones.

"I don't see how it's any of your affairs." Scar said coldly. He wondered just why he'd bothered to save this man.

Mustang studied him with that coal black eye. "I'd rather not have Alphonse traipsing all over the world hunting for you."

"He has more sense than that. He knows-"

"--how to get what he wants." Mustang interrupted, raising an admonishing finger. "He's very good at that. Stubborn too." His smile faded. "You're too old for him, you have too many enemies, and you aren't very bright. Nevertheless, Alphonse likes you. And he will keep looking." He looked up at the moon, handing fat and white above them. "It's not such a bad thing to be loved, you know," he said wistfully. "And if you give it up, you'll always regret it."

Scar wondered for a moment where the blond lieutenant who had been Mustang's constant companion all those years ago was now, and suspected that the answer was 'long gone'. "Are you done?"

"Almost." Mustang said, the smile returning. "Just one more thing."

"And that is…?"

"Resistance is futile. That's it. Goodnight." The Furhur walked away, hands clasped behind his back.

The rain came down gently as Scar considered his words.

THE END