But actually, he was, painfully so. Scar resisted the urge to bury his face into his paw. Hand.
Illness would be cured with time? Oh, that would be quite convenient, wouldn't it? Ever single decease simply taken care off with some amount of rest. Hnn, if that was truly the case, he couldn't quite see why both his father and his brother had bothered to keep that senile old monkey around; animals could hardly be that different from humans, could they?
If they were, they wouldn't have been so frantic about chasing down that dubious cure rather than taking measures to make sure he wouldn't be shred to pieces, in any case.
"If you only gave it time, hmm? I wonder who this helpful idiot is who told you that, if he is truly so experienced as you say..." he said, sounding the slighted bit condescending. A vain attempt at reassurance, perhaps? How helpful for someone so naive as the Scarecrow. "Did you know that animals do not always recover from every illness? I hardly think humans are that different. If they were, they would not be so desperate to find a cure -- or at least, so I heard."
He paused for a moment, absentmindedly prodding his mostly untouched food with an eating utensil as he allowed his words to sink in, before he continued: "Pray tell, how much time do you think you have left? I heard people have already gone and turned into monsters last night as a result from this illness."
The former lion nonchalantly dropped the eating utensil at that, which clattered upon his plate. "I'd suggest you heed my warning and take it more seriously, I'm not often this generous."
It would be such a hassle to start over with finding any reliable idiots again, especially in a place like this.
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But actually, he was, painfully so. Scar resisted the urge to bury his face into his paw. Hand.
Illness would be cured with time? Oh, that would be quite convenient, wouldn't it? Ever single decease simply taken care off with some amount of rest. Hnn, if that was truly the case, he couldn't quite see why both his father and his brother had bothered to keep that senile old monkey around; animals could hardly be that different from humans, could they?
If they were, they wouldn't have been so frantic about chasing down that dubious cure rather than taking measures to make sure he wouldn't be shred to pieces, in any case.
"If you only gave it time, hmm? I wonder who this helpful idiot is who told you that, if he is truly so experienced as you say..." he said, sounding the slighted bit condescending. A vain attempt at reassurance, perhaps? How helpful for someone so naive as the Scarecrow. "Did you know that animals do not always recover from every illness? I hardly think humans are that different. If they were, they would not be so desperate to find a cure -- or at least, so I heard."
He paused for a moment, absentmindedly prodding his mostly untouched food with an eating utensil as he allowed his words to sink in, before he continued: "Pray tell, how much time do you think you have left? I heard people have already gone and turned into monsters last night as a result from this illness."
The former lion nonchalantly dropped the eating utensil at that, which clattered upon his plate. "I'd suggest you heed my warning and take it more seriously, I'm not often this generous."
It would be such a hassle to start over with finding any reliable idiots again, especially in a place like this.