"You think I don't know that?" the Scarecrow returned indignantly, his legs starting to tingle with sensation again. In all honesty, Scar was right: the Scarecrow was the one who had been insisting they move faster, leading the way to where his roommate was being held prisoner- if anything, he shouldn't have been the one holding them back too, even if it was his body that was giving them reason to delay. The doctors could have been cutting Skulduggery's head open right at that second for all he knew, or worse. He was wasn't quite sure what worse would be, but he was positive Wizard Landel could make it happen.

His brow knotted with worry as he shook his head, letting Scar support him again. "No, you're right. We really don't have a minute to waste, do we? Not when we don't even know what they're doing to him." He gave Scar an encouraging smile despite the grim scenario he'd presented, trying to stand on his own two legs (which still didn't seem to want to straighten fully anymore, and he couldn't discern why). "I'll be okay once we get up the stairs. It's not far from there. I don't think I could turn back now if I wanted to- not knowing what he might be going through. I couldn't live with myself if I did that!"