What Scarecrow saw next began to horrify him, two figures in the shadows, something out of a horror novel, but made manifest in reality. One of them approached him, the sound of his can tapping the ground causing a deep, echo, that almost implies what Crane is seeing out of Ciel Phantomhive was the truth in another plane of human viewing.<br/><br/>He then pinned Crane with his cane and seems to upturn into a demonic smirk.<br/><br/>"You see what happens when you try to take control of something of this magnitude?" Ciel chided "Take control of fear, you take something that has been in our hands since time immemorial. You know nothing of fear. Look at me, Jonathan Crane. This game is over, I am true fear, that hides in the cornerstones of human consciousness. Now tell me. Where is Ra's Al Ghul? I promise you'll live your sentence in either the Cell or the asylum in relative comfort."<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, but Doctor Crane isn't here right now." Crane said, "but if you like to make an appointment...." Crane trailed off as Ciel frowned in disgust.<br/><br/>"Damn it." He said in frustration. "His serum works too well. He's broke."<br/><br/>"Masterfully done speech regardless my Lord." Sebastian said, clapping his hands in a golf clap.