From the corner of his eye, the Scarecrow couldn't help but notice Remy's unusual delight stemming from what he was eating. How strange! Maybe he'd been in the same situation as the former strawman: not human, and incapable of human sensations like taste. The Scarecrow had yet to meet anyone quite like himself; the robotfolk came close, but even they seemed baffled by his existence as a construct. It was more likely that the food Remy was nibbling was something he'd never had before. Experiencing it for the first time was a true joy.

The conversation pulled his interest. "They kill the rats? But why?" the Scarecrow asked, his curiosity marked with genuine concern. He couldn't help but feel sorry for them- he'd had a few living in him at one point in time. He wouldn't want them in there now, but it wasn't much of a problem to just ask them to leave.