It was a fairly amusing way of saying so, for one. And it was discreet and covered any potential underlying implications with that humour, which protected Skulduggery's reasons for needing to breathe.
"But what?" Gabriel asked in confusion and with a sinking feeling. He knew it was lashing out. China didn't know how to react, so she was reacting the only way she knew how. It wasn't a completely damning action; once she had realised what she was doing, once she'd thought things through, she may be more prudent. But in the meantime someone would suffer for it, and it wouldn't do her soul any favours at all.
At Valkyrie's comment his head jerked toward her, and he blinked. "I thought he was a Sanctuary detective. He's a worshipper of the Faceless Ones?"
The location sharpened. Maybe he wouldn't have recognised it, given the way the threadiness of the resonances, but it was a church, and Gabriel knew churches. It wasn't an ordinary church, though; a manufactured one. Gabriel couldn't tell where it might have been. Yet.
"Her magic might be gone," he answered Fletcher without looking away from Valkryie, "but that doesn't mean she's incapable of killing someone. There are many ways to do that without magic." He declined to say it was something of a talent for humanity, but it was true. Even Skul used guns, which weren't in the least bit like magical at all.
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"But what?" Gabriel asked in confusion and with a sinking feeling. He knew it was lashing out. China didn't know how to react, so she was reacting the only way she knew how. It wasn't a completely damning action; once she had realised what she was doing, once she'd thought things through, she may be more prudent. But in the meantime someone would suffer for it, and it wouldn't do her soul any favours at all.
At Valkyrie's comment his head jerked toward her, and he blinked. "I thought he was a Sanctuary detective. He's a worshipper of the Faceless Ones?"
The location sharpened. Maybe he wouldn't have recognised it, given the way the threadiness of the resonances, but it was a church, and Gabriel knew churches. It wasn't an ordinary church, though; a manufactured one. Gabriel couldn't tell where it might have been. Yet.
"Her magic might be gone," he answered Fletcher without looking away from Valkryie, "but that doesn't mean she's incapable of killing someone. There are many ways to do that without magic." He declined to say it was something of a talent for humanity, but it was true. Even Skul used guns, which weren't in the least bit like magical at all.