The Scarecrow's brow furrowed; so they had done something to him. A transformation? While he couldn't imagine what kind of awful transformation Skulduggery would suffer, at least his roommate seemed confident in his ability to remain himself despite the change. The Scarecrow couldn't say the same for himself, but his own dilemma was caused by an infection, not the experimentation performed on him. Perhaps it was like the clever little thing: useful when purposefully activated.
His eyes averted themselves as Skulduggery turned away, worry making it impossible to keep his attention on one thing. He headed for his own wardrobe, pulling out his box of possessions, gathering them as though he thought he might go somewhere. For all he knew, he was.
No one but the wicked could die in Oz; it hadn't occurred to him he could do the same as any mortal man in Landel's until Abe had told him so, and he'd chastised himself for not realizing it sooner. Of course he could die- he had a human body, after all. Even so, he had hardly any idea what happened after death, as such a concept had never been something he had to think about when he did have his brains. He'd always supposed one simply ceased to be- it was a very dismal prospect, but the one that made the most sense.
Pushing his hat aside, he found movie of The Wizard of Oz, he and his friends prominently displayed on the cover. If worse came to worst, he was never going to see his friends again- not just Depth Charge or those he'd promised to help once they'd been bewitched by Wizard Landel, but Oz and its citizens. What would they do without him to lead them as the wisest in Oz?
That was if worse came to worst, and he knew he ought not think like that. It got him nowhere to think himself a hole in the ground, especially when he hadn't a reliable brain to think with in the first place. He had to put his faith in Skulduggery because he couldn't put much in himself at that moment- while he hadn't known his roommate long, the Scarecrow could tell he wasn't a bad person, and brainless or not, he considered himself an excellent judge of character.
He set the movie aside, fumbling through the box for his portal rings: one from Depth Charge, one possibly from Sergeant Carter, given he'd had one, and one from someone unknown. He liked to think perhaps it was a memento of another friend, one of the many missing. Where would they go when he was gone? Would he leave any mementos behind?
Tucking one into his hat, he placed it back in the box before slipping one of them on his finger, keeping the third in his palm, examining the gem with little focus- his mind was completely elsewhere. "I suppose it can't be helped," he said quietly, a hint of stubborn determination still lingering in his tone. "I'll trust you'll know what to do. After all, I can't really trust myself when it happens, now can I?"
He pulled his eyes from the ring, turning them back to his roommate. "I don't know much about what it's like to die. I didn't think I'd ever find out either, since I wasn't alive until I got here. There has to be a first time for everything, though." And if death was as permanent as he'd assumed, it'd be a first and only time.
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His eyes averted themselves as Skulduggery turned away, worry making it impossible to keep his attention on one thing. He headed for his own wardrobe, pulling out his box of possessions, gathering them as though he thought he might go somewhere. For all he knew, he was.
No one but the wicked could die in Oz; it hadn't occurred to him he could do the same as any mortal man in Landel's until Abe had told him so, and he'd chastised himself for not realizing it sooner. Of course he could die- he had a human body, after all. Even so, he had hardly any idea what happened after death, as such a concept had never been something he had to think about when he did have his brains. He'd always supposed one simply ceased to be- it was a very dismal prospect, but the one that made the most sense.
Pushing his hat aside, he found movie of The Wizard of Oz, he and his friends prominently displayed on the cover. If worse came to worst, he was never going to see his friends again- not just Depth Charge or those he'd promised to help once they'd been bewitched by Wizard Landel, but Oz and its citizens. What would they do without him to lead them as the wisest in Oz?
That was if worse came to worst, and he knew he ought not think like that. It got him nowhere to think himself a hole in the ground, especially when he hadn't a reliable brain to think with in the first place. He had to put his faith in Skulduggery because he couldn't put much in himself at that moment- while he hadn't known his roommate long, the Scarecrow could tell he wasn't a bad person, and brainless or not, he considered himself an excellent judge of character.
He set the movie aside, fumbling through the box for his portal rings: one from Depth Charge, one possibly from Sergeant Carter, given he'd had one, and one from someone unknown. He liked to think perhaps it was a memento of another friend, one of the many missing. Where would they go when he was gone? Would he leave any mementos behind?
Tucking one into his hat, he placed it back in the box before slipping one of them on his finger, keeping the third in his palm, examining the gem with little focus- his mind was completely elsewhere. "I suppose it can't be helped," he said quietly, a hint of stubborn determination still lingering in his tone. "I'll trust you'll know what to do. After all, I can't really trust myself when it happens, now can I?"
He pulled his eyes from the ring, turning them back to his roommate. "I don't know much about what it's like to die. I didn't think I'd ever find out either, since I wasn't alive until I got here. There has to be a first time for everything, though." And if death was as permanent as he'd assumed, it'd be a first and only time.