"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," the Scarecrow said, putting on a hopeful smile; the worry knotting itself into his brow betrayed his cheerful front. "That way, we could at least keep in touch, should you need anything from me."

Not that he could think of a situation where Sangamon would need something from a man who hadn't a useful skill to his name and who could hardly think without his diploma, but his human brain was better than nothing at all. His lack of abilities with which to help his friends was far more troubling- after all, if someone as strong as Depth Charge, intelligent as Abe, or magically inclined as Mele could be brainwashed and disappear, what could a former strawman do to help either them or himself?