"So did you save Pleasant, or did he save you?" Billy-Ray asked. He'd always secretly thought that it was only a matter of time before the skeleton reappeared, never mind the hopelessness or that he was declared officially dead by the Sanctuary. Pleasant just wasn't the kind of guy who would let one ruined Isthmus Anchor stop him, and Cain wasn't the kind of gal who would give up even in the face of overwhelming odds. Of course, Billy-Ray had also thought it would take a lot longer. If he'd known Pleasant would be here to try and foil their plans again, he might have thought twice about telling Scarab that now was a good time to get started.
And it really wasn't a surprise that he'd brought someone back with him, when Billy-Ray thought about it. It was a surprise anyone else existed over in that reality, but it made sense that upon discovering it, Pleasant would do everything he could to rescue them as well. Do-gooder good guys. They just couldn't pass up opportunities to be stupidly heroic. The question, then, was how come only one other person made it over?
Unless...
Billy-Ray's eyes widened beneath his sunglasses. For a moment he forgot all about the thinning air, or the fact that his head was starting to spin. "You guys ain't..." He paused, frowning. "Y'know. Savin' each other. Are you?"
Hey, the Faceless Ones were supposed to turn you insane with a single glance. And who was Billy-Ray to judge?
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Father O'Reilly nodded again and slowly rose to his feet, one hand on his knee and one on the arm of the pew, before promptly sitting back down again. His eyes never left Fletcher's face, although he didn't seem to actually be using them anymore, glazed over as they were.
Fletcher couldn't really say the same as Solomon. He didn't know much about religion, didn't know the feeling or the awe most everyone else had seemed to experience. When he first met Gabe, being told the strange barefoot man was an Archangel had about the same effect on him as finding out that a living, talking skeleton existed. Less, even, because he was growing used to magic being everywhere and angels just felt like another facet of that world he'd barely stepped into. For Fletcher, the much more awe-inspiring moment was when Gabe first showed his wings in Kenspeckle's lab, because that was when the reality of the situation hit him.
Either way, he wasn't going to be much more help here. "Yep," he answered Solomon. With the investigation, and with pretty much everything else, Fletcher added silently, remembering the Necromantic shadows that rose off Skulduggery back in that church. "And they're making good headway, too. Do you guys need me for anything else?"
Not that he was much more help in front of the cinema, but at least there he wasn't a hindrance. It didn't look like Father O'Reilly was going to get any better with Fletcher still standing there.
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And it really wasn't a surprise that he'd brought someone back with him, when Billy-Ray thought about it. It was a surprise anyone else existed over in that reality, but it made sense that upon discovering it, Pleasant would do everything he could to rescue them as well. Do-gooder good guys. They just couldn't pass up opportunities to be stupidly heroic. The question, then, was how come only one other person made it over?
Unless...
Billy-Ray's eyes widened beneath his sunglasses. For a moment he forgot all about the thinning air, or the fact that his head was starting to spin. "You guys ain't..." He paused, frowning. "Y'know. Savin' each other. Are you?"
Hey, the Faceless Ones were supposed to turn you insane with a single glance. And who was Billy-Ray to judge?
~~
Father O'Reilly nodded again and slowly rose to his feet, one hand on his knee and one on the arm of the pew, before promptly sitting back down again. His eyes never left Fletcher's face, although he didn't seem to actually be using them anymore, glazed over as they were.
Fletcher couldn't really say the same as Solomon. He didn't know much about religion, didn't know the feeling or the awe most everyone else had seemed to experience. When he first met Gabe, being told the strange barefoot man was an Archangel had about the same effect on him as finding out that a living, talking skeleton existed. Less, even, because he was growing used to magic being everywhere and angels just felt like another facet of that world he'd barely stepped into. For Fletcher, the much more awe-inspiring moment was when Gabe first showed his wings in Kenspeckle's lab, because that was when the reality of the situation hit him.
Either way, he wasn't going to be much more help here. "Yep," he answered Solomon. With the investigation, and with pretty much everything else, Fletcher added silently, remembering the Necromantic shadows that rose off Skulduggery back in that church. "And they're making good headway, too. Do you guys need me for anything else?"
Not that he was much more help in front of the cinema, but at least there he wasn't a hindrance. It didn't look like Father O'Reilly was going to get any better with Fletcher still standing there.