It was just Skulduggery's luck that he would travel to alternate universes - even meet an Archangel - and yet still have no idea whether God existed or not. Worse, he'd never really felt the need to solve that particular mystery before being pulled into Landel's reality. It often seemed like half of his life and existence would remain a mystery, no matter what the detective tried.

For as dangerous and trying as the experience of walking through realities should probably be, Gabe was frighteningly nonchalant about it. Skulduggery watched him suspiciously, wondering if the downplay was deliberate, before deciding that he didn't really want to know. He wasn't an angel, nor an expert, and probably didn't have the background knowledge to understand the details. No damage had been done, and for right now, that was all that mattered. There were more pressing matters at hand.

A lot of things were beginning to occur to Skulduggery, now that he'd been faced with such proof that Gabe could drop this form whenever he wanted; one of them was the way Gabe's voice still continued to sound like he'd swallowed something scratchy. "It does sound like you caught a cold," he agreed, his tone much lighter than before. "I don't suppose offering you a glass of water would help?"