Scarecrow was utterly berserk, barely able to listen to a word. Pain drove it, and Charlie's screams demanded that it incinerate every soul before its eyes.
Its wish was to keep Charlie from being harmed, even to go back in time and prevent Charlie from suffering that misfortune.
But it could not do so, because among the many personalities were some far more powerful than itself.
They had been created by that incident. Reversing time to stop the rape would be the same as killing every one of them.
Charlie had a speedster personality, an even more powerful warlock personality, even a girl version of God, an Old God "oozing pus and blood from wounds that did not exist anywhere on its body," and so on.
They all wanted that crime to happen, because they were the beneficiaries.
It wanted to protect Charlie but could not. Its pain came from its lack of strength, and that pain kept Scarecrow in a perpetual state of fury—commonly known as madness.
Whenever it emerged, it was there to slaughter. Innocent or not, everyone became an enemy in its eyes. Once, when a delivery guy accidentally poked Crazy Jane while handing her a pen to sign for the order, Scarecrow emerged and burned the young man to ashes.
Being pierced, pain, being hurt and bleeding—these were all its triggers. Whenever the Crazy Jane personality encountered such things, it immediately took Jane's place to bear everything.
"Don't want to make a deal? Then you don't understand human speech."
Facing the burning branch it extended—Scarecrow's claw—Su Ming still had the leisure to chat with Hawkgirl.
"Don't be nervous, Kendra. I especially enjoy making friends. Plenty of demons are intellectually challenged, but they still understand what it means to meet through martial skill."
"..."
Hawkgirl rolled her