Constance
I'm not sure what I was thinking, going into his room with the intent of killing him. Scar was too smart for that, but even when he wasn't prepared, he was. It wasn't obvious before, but it was now. Scar didn't fear death. Instead of fearing it, he embraced it, possibly because he knew the lifestyle he lived would eventually get him there.
We had a calm night considering what I had done. Scar talked about punishment but didn't act upon it right then and there. I expected him to have me up all night, but instead, he flipped over and went to sleep with a devious smile on his face. Whatever he had in store was something he wanted me to worry about before acting on it. However, I wasn't worried. I didn't succeed at killing him. Therefore, I would take my punishment without complai
