"Oh, I'm sure," answered the Remnant, and Gabe could hear the smile in his voice without needing to read the confidence in the soul. "I'm a genius, after all."
Because, Gabe realised with a jolt, Kenspeckle knew exactly how to build the Desolation Engine. Because Kenspeckle had built it. That knowledge swirled in their combined souls, and where it had been hidden in Kenspeckle's alone the Remnant drew it out and revelled in that knowledge.
Still not good.
But at least Sanguine didn't even seriously wait for a response. Gabe still gave him a deadpan look, but it really wasn't necessary. He would have liked to say something witty. Would have liked to point out the irony, or maybe stupidity, of sending a soul which controls minds up against a mind-reader.
He didn't dare. In case Sanguine read something out of it. In case he was alerted, and they chose to double-cross the Remnant by leaving it in Kenspeckle instead. That act was something Gabe didn't dare risk. Instead he gave Sanguine one long, even look and turned away, padding barefoot back to the far wall to sit, cross-legged, and close his eyes again.
To wait.
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It was, Corrival found, somehow more difficult to move the body into his house than it was to move it into the car. He wasn't sure why. It wasn't like they had to worry about people seeing them once the garage door was closed. Then again, they had to get it down the stairs into his walk-in freezer. At least they could swear with impunity now, because as well-coordinated as the pair of them were, Corrival had never quite realised just how narrow some of his doorways were. They couldn't afford any marks on the body, in case Kenspeckle needed to autopsy.
He'd done this sort of thing before. In war, when they were burying the dead. Or when the body wasn't real, and they were using it as a test-subject or a prank.
Doing this in peace-time, with an actual body, was new. And it just figured it was because of Skulduggery.
When, finally, Crux was stowed away in the freezer (which had taken even longer when Corrival realised the space he'd been imagining wasn't quite large enough and therefore they had to shuffle around quite a few of his goodies first), the old soldier took a breath and brushed the frost off his clothes.
"I need a drink," he grumbled, shoving the door closed and locking it, and making his way upstairs again. He didn't look around to see if Ghastly was following.
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Because, Gabe realised with a jolt, Kenspeckle knew exactly how to build the Desolation Engine. Because Kenspeckle had built it. That knowledge swirled in their combined souls, and where it had been hidden in Kenspeckle's alone the Remnant drew it out and revelled in that knowledge.
Still not good.
But at least Sanguine didn't even seriously wait for a response. Gabe still gave him a deadpan look, but it really wasn't necessary. He would have liked to say something witty. Would have liked to point out the irony, or maybe stupidity, of sending a soul which controls minds up against a mind-reader.
He didn't dare. In case Sanguine read something out of it. In case he was alerted, and they chose to double-cross the Remnant by leaving it in Kenspeckle instead. That act was something Gabe didn't dare risk. Instead he gave Sanguine one long, even look and turned away, padding barefoot back to the far wall to sit, cross-legged, and close his eyes again.
To wait.
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It was, Corrival found, somehow more difficult to move the body into his house than it was to move it into the car. He wasn't sure why. It wasn't like they had to worry about people seeing them once the garage door was closed. Then again, they had to get it down the stairs into his walk-in freezer. At least they could swear with impunity now, because as well-coordinated as the pair of them were, Corrival had never quite realised just how narrow some of his doorways were. They couldn't afford any marks on the body, in case Kenspeckle needed to autopsy.
He'd done this sort of thing before. In war, when they were burying the dead. Or when the body wasn't real, and they were using it as a test-subject or a prank.
Doing this in peace-time, with an actual body, was new. And it just figured it was because of Skulduggery.
When, finally, Crux was stowed away in the freezer (which had taken even longer when Corrival realised the space he'd been imagining wasn't quite large enough and therefore they had to shuffle around quite a few of his goodies first), the old soldier took a breath and brushed the frost off his clothes.
"I need a drink," he grumbled, shoving the door closed and locking it, and making his way upstairs again. He didn't look around to see if Ghastly was following.