The Scarecrow sighed sadly, brow knitting in a somber look he wasn't aware he was wearing. He saw so much of Depth Charge in that argument, right down to his stubbornness and the red eyes boring down on him. Perhaps that was why their discussion seemed to be hitting so close to him, making his chest ache sharply as familiar chords were struck.
Then again, that might have been the illness, as he was reminded with another series of coughs. He was sure for a second he'd coughed up something inside him, though with his poor knowledge of the human body, he couldn't think of what that something would be.
He put one hand on the armrest of the chair, steadying himself for a second as though the room had moved around him. "We all need help sometimes," he insisted through a wave of some sensation he only recognized from having been experiencing it for the past few days, but unable to put a name on it. Whatever it was, it did not feel good.
"Everyone does," he continued after a deep breath, his chest feeling like a thin cloth stretched too far, "especially in a strange place like this. Sometimes, we just don't realize it for the longest time. Maybe it's because we don't want to see it, bein' stubborn like that, but that doesn't make the fact that we need it just go away. I don't know about you, but I want to help my friends while I can, even if it seems like there isn't anything I can do. I have to try. There've been so many who disappeared already."
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Then again, that might have been the illness, as he was reminded with another series of coughs. He was sure for a second he'd coughed up something inside him, though with his poor knowledge of the human body, he couldn't think of what that something would be.
He put one hand on the armrest of the chair, steadying himself for a second as though the room had moved around him. "We all need help sometimes," he insisted through a wave of some sensation he only recognized from having been experiencing it for the past few days, but unable to put a name on it. Whatever it was, it did not feel good.
"Everyone does," he continued after a deep breath, his chest feeling like a thin cloth stretched too far, "especially in a strange place like this. Sometimes, we just don't realize it for the longest time. Maybe it's because we don't want to see it, bein' stubborn like that, but that doesn't make the fact that we need it just go away. I don't know about you, but I want to help my friends while I can, even if it seems like there isn't anything I can do. I have to try. There've been so many who disappeared already."