Scarecrow smirked, leaning in against the blade, ignoring as it cut into his skin, blood running down his neck and chest. "I have endured far more then you could imagine, child. You see, that's the thing about growing up, Rufio...there's a world of hell out there that I've seen...endured. And it has only made me stronger."
He released the boy, moving fast enough that Rufio couldn't block the sickle that embedded itself in the wall next to his head.