The Scarecrow hardly had time to question Skulduggery's insistence he was a good person to know. If there was one thing he'd been told time and time again, it was that he was too trusting, that he walked into danger blindly because he had no idea it was there and was willing to see the good in anyone far too often. Still, he didn't see why he ought not trust Skulduggery's self-assessment. Not yet, anyway. After all, there had to be a reason he thought himself a good person to know, whether it was because of his extraordinary courage or superior mind or something else entirely.
He'd always thought that maybe Depth Charge saw the negative too often; now he was gone, and there was no way of knowing if that negativity was one part of what sealed his fate. What if he was like Dorothy, the Scarecrow thought, out there alone and with no idea she'd been bewitched? She was someone with a kind heart who cared so much for others; she, too, was one some would consider trusting to a fault. It didn't seem possible that the same could befall someone as stubborn and unyielding as Depth Charge, a man fully capable of taking care of himself... well, most of the time. It was apparent from their last few conversations that he couldn't handle it alone, but felt he couldn't endanger anyone else by letting them tag along on his efforts to find a way to make things right. Certainly not someone he considered a friend. He'd have never said it, but the connection was clear enough even to a man without a working brain.
And yet, Depth Charge was the one missing while the Scarecrow remained. Why was he still there? He hadn't given up hope, but surely his limited skill set had outlived whatever usefulness Landel could possibly get from it.
He clawed at his arm idly as his mind was taken away from too much thinking, his roommate's inquiry drawing his full attention. "Why, yes I was," he answered, surprise evident in his tone. He couldn't be sure if it was just a lucky guess based on observation— he wouldn't have been the first to guess at his non-human status after knowing him for only a few minutes— or if his name had actually given it away, which seemed to be the rarer case, strangely enough. "How did you know?"
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He'd always thought that maybe Depth Charge saw the negative too often; now he was gone, and there was no way of knowing if that negativity was one part of what sealed his fate. What if he was like Dorothy, the Scarecrow thought, out there alone and with no idea she'd been bewitched? She was someone with a kind heart who cared so much for others; she, too, was one some would consider trusting to a fault. It didn't seem possible that the same could befall someone as stubborn and unyielding as Depth Charge, a man fully capable of taking care of himself... well, most of the time. It was apparent from their last few conversations that he couldn't handle it alone, but felt he couldn't endanger anyone else by letting them tag along on his efforts to find a way to make things right. Certainly not someone he considered a friend. He'd have never said it, but the connection was clear enough even to a man without a working brain.
And yet, Depth Charge was the one missing while the Scarecrow remained. Why was he still there? He hadn't given up hope, but surely his limited skill set had outlived whatever usefulness Landel could possibly get from it.
He clawed at his arm idly as his mind was taken away from too much thinking, his roommate's inquiry drawing his full attention. "Why, yes I was," he answered, surprise evident in his tone. He couldn't be sure if it was just a lucky guess based on observation— he wouldn't have been the first to guess at his non-human status after knowing him for only a few minutes— or if his name had actually given it away, which seemed to be the rarer case, strangely enough. "How did you know?"