Wow, this is a gorgeous gem of a story. So much meaning and emotion packed into a short span of words. Loved Scar's journey, and all the life and history and dimension you've built.
Everything she had been — daughter, sister, neighbor, monk — crumbled along with her village; any shreds that might have been left have burned away in the singular flame of her new calling. Even when she speaks with Amestrians, which is rare, she never gives them a false name, whether female or male. It would be blasphemy, above all — an absurd scruple to hold to after every other commandment she has violated, refusing to steal a name from God, but she cannot abandon everything, she cannot — and every name she can think of belongs to someone else.
This whole section is amazing. And the last line is a perfect way to finish.
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