Fletcher really kind of liked the idea of being the first Teleporter to be able to Teleport somewhere totally unfamiliar. It was even cooler now that he couldn't actually tell anyone how he'd learned, either. At least, not beyond being given lessons by someone from another dimension, and that would be tricky enough to explain.
Suddenly having Archangels over here was a Bad Thing, Fletcher knew that. But at the same time, he couldn't wait for Gabe's brother to arrive.
A small frown crossed the teenager's face as he realised something. "Wait. This isn't one of those things where it's a Gaelic word you're thinking of, is it?"
Fletcher crossed his arms. "Come on, guys. It's no fun if I can't guess too."
"I thought your lessons were going well."
"I've been having them for a day!"
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No. Ghastly didn't know, not for sure. But the subtle reminder of just who he was speaking to didn't do much to calm him down.
For the first time since... well, since China arrived at the church hours ago, Ghastly almost felt like laughing. Really laughing, not just bitterly barking one out. Skulduggery hadn't even taken his family crest back yet. Yes, the reason for it was obvious now more than ever, but Ghastly would have had a hard time imagining Skul just... moving past his family like that, even before what happened at the church. Now, it was impossible to imagine. If Skul accepting anything was going to be the trigger, it would be another couple of centuries before anyone even started talking about it.
And Ghastly was appalled to realise, as he sat back up and looked around, that a part of him was considering leaving it alone. Not out of any respect for his friend or because it wasn't any of his business, but... because he felt like maybe God knew better than he did, and Ghastly should just let things take their natural course. It was exactly that kind of thinking that got the world of sorcerers into trouble with Mevolent in the first place. And after meeting Skulduggery, Ghastly had promised himself he would never think that way. Very few sorcerers put much stock in religion, and this... this was precisely why.
Well, barring the actual meeting of God. That hadn't been factored into any generalisations, presumably.
It hit Ghastly, just then, that maybe this was what God wanted. Why he'd revealed himself now. Maybe he wanted to have someone playing Cupid for them. He might have been better off with Tanith; Ghastly wasn't going to force Skul into anything. And not just because the mental image of an Archangel and a skeleton was still having trouble finding space in his imagination.
Was there a point to asking questions? Wouldn't God have heard all of this anyway? Wouldn't God have heard all of this before Ghastly even knew he was thinking it?
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Suddenly having Archangels over here was a Bad Thing, Fletcher knew that. But at the same time, he couldn't wait for Gabe's brother to arrive.
A small frown crossed the teenager's face as he realised something. "Wait. This isn't one of those things where it's a Gaelic word you're thinking of, is it?"
"Caife gan chaiféin," Skulduggery spoke up from the front without missing a beat.
Fletcher crossed his arms. "Come on, guys. It's no fun if I can't guess too."
"I thought your lessons were going well."
"I've been having them for a day!"
~~
No. Ghastly didn't know, not for sure. But the subtle reminder of just who he was speaking to didn't do much to calm him down.
For the first time since... well, since China arrived at the church hours ago, Ghastly almost felt like laughing. Really laughing, not just bitterly barking one out. Skulduggery hadn't even taken his family crest back yet. Yes, the reason for it was obvious now more than ever, but Ghastly would have had a hard time imagining Skul just... moving past his family like that, even before what happened at the church. Now, it was impossible to imagine. If Skul accepting anything was going to be the trigger, it would be another couple of centuries before anyone even started talking about it.
And Ghastly was appalled to realise, as he sat back up and looked around, that a part of him was considering leaving it alone. Not out of any respect for his friend or because it wasn't any of his business, but... because he felt like maybe God knew better than he did, and Ghastly should just let things take their natural course. It was exactly that kind of thinking that got the world of sorcerers into trouble with Mevolent in the first place. And after meeting Skulduggery, Ghastly had promised himself he would never think that way. Very few sorcerers put much stock in religion, and this... this was precisely why.
Well, barring the actual meeting of God. That hadn't been factored into any generalisations, presumably.
It hit Ghastly, just then, that maybe this was what God wanted. Why he'd revealed himself now. Maybe he wanted to have someone playing Cupid for them. He might have been better off with Tanith; Ghastly wasn't going to force Skul into anything. And not just because the mental image of an Archangel and a skeleton was still having trouble finding space in his imagination.
Was there a point to asking questions? Wouldn't God have heard all of this anyway? Wouldn't God have heard all of this before Ghastly even knew he was thinking it?