Ironic, that Ghastly had spent so long trying to forget about his role in the war and find some kind of more permanent peace in his tailoring; and yet the moment the opportunity arose to treat information like a battle report to a superior officer ...
He took it.
"We were following a lead on a separate investigation," Ghastly stated, staring fixedly at a point just past Corrival's ear. "We wound up in the Church of the Faceless late this morning, waiting for China Sorrows to arrive. Remus Crux came in soon after and Skulduggery found out from him that, back during the war, China was the one who led his family into the trap that killed them."
He paused to drink some more whiskey, to try and block out the image of the look on Skulduggery's face. The look on Skulduggery's face. An expression of fury that Ghastly hadn't seen in over a century.
The moment he swallowed, he continued. Calm, even, and professional. "Skulduggery attacked her with Necromantic shadows. The only reason she's still alive right now is because Gabriel stopped Skulduggery. Flung him against the back of the church and... calmed him down, I think. I don't know. I don't know much about angels. I punched him, broke his jaw, and he didn't try to retaliate and he didn't say anything. I left after that."
Another quiet moment passed, and then Ghastly's face fell as he sank back onto the couch with his whiskey. "Wherever he and Gabriel were trapped, they... it sounded like whoever trapped them there did things to both of them. Maybe he, or she, or they, broke Skulduggery's control over it." Because, Ghastly allowed himself to remember, Skulduggery's been that angry plenty of times in the last century, and he's never reached immediately for Necromancy. Skulduggery had, in fact, been improving at controlling his own rage - to a small degree, noticeable only by close friends, but enough.
"He and Gabriel have some sort of bond," Ghastly added quietly. "I don't think we have anything to worry about, for now. But Gabriel has to go back to his home dimension eventually, and..."
Finally, Ghastly looked up again. "I don't know what to do."
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He took it.
"We were following a lead on a separate investigation," Ghastly stated, staring fixedly at a point just past Corrival's ear. "We wound up in the Church of the Faceless late this morning, waiting for China Sorrows to arrive. Remus Crux came in soon after and Skulduggery found out from him that, back during the war, China was the one who led his family into the trap that killed them."
He paused to drink some more whiskey, to try and block out the image of the look on Skulduggery's face. The look on Skulduggery's face. An expression of fury that Ghastly hadn't seen in over a century.
The moment he swallowed, he continued. Calm, even, and professional. "Skulduggery attacked her with Necromantic shadows. The only reason she's still alive right now is because Gabriel stopped Skulduggery. Flung him against the back of the church and... calmed him down, I think. I don't know. I don't know much about angels. I punched him, broke his jaw, and he didn't try to retaliate and he didn't say anything. I left after that."
Another quiet moment passed, and then Ghastly's face fell as he sank back onto the couch with his whiskey. "Wherever he and Gabriel were trapped, they... it sounded like whoever trapped them there did things to both of them. Maybe he, or she, or they, broke Skulduggery's control over it." Because, Ghastly allowed himself to remember, Skulduggery's been that angry plenty of times in the last century, and he's never reached immediately for Necromancy. Skulduggery had, in fact, been improving at controlling his own rage - to a small degree, noticeable only by close friends, but enough.
"He and Gabriel have some sort of bond," Ghastly added quietly. "I don't think we have anything to worry about, for now. But Gabriel has to go back to his home dimension eventually, and..."
Finally, Ghastly looked up again. "I don't know what to do."