It took Fletcher a second, but then incredulity spread over his face. "You smote it?"
... Well, that was one way to solve the problem. Sort of. By creating another, bigger problem, and one that Fletcher was probably going to have to get involved in too. But at least the Remnant was gone. At least the Professor was safe. At least the Professor hadn't had enough time to fix any kind of bomb.
"I'm glad I'm here too," Fletcher pointed out. "And next time, I can be here immediately." He returned the hug for the brief span of time it lasted - because it wasn't pathetic if Gabe started it, just much-needed comfort - and followed him over to Kenspeckle.
Come back. Yeah. There was a time Fletcher would have balked at the very suggestion, just because of the noises outside the stone and barred cell door. But then Aranmore Farm happened, and then they actually succeeded in the impossible, three times over, and then there was Gabe.
So instead, Fletcher just nodded and put one hand on Kenspeckle's arm, the other on Gabe's shoulder, and Teleported.
The living room they'd been in the night before materialised instantly around them, the large red couch near enough for them to collapse against. That was something recent Fletcher had begun to practice. Not just appearing in a place, but actually picking out an exact spot within that place from an imperfect map inside his head. He couldn't help feeling a small sliver of pride in the achievement, despite everything.
He took some of Kenspeckle's weight off Gabe and gently lowered the Professor onto the couch. "You don't have to come back," Fletcher told the Archangel. "Using any of your magic hurts right now, doesn't it?" And smiting... Fletcher hesitated, because Gabe really would be useful in a fight, but then he sheepishly added, "Skulduggery probably wouldn't want you to."
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... Well, that was one way to solve the problem. Sort of. By creating another, bigger problem, and one that Fletcher was probably going to have to get involved in too. But at least the Remnant was gone. At least the Professor was safe. At least the Professor hadn't had enough time to fix any kind of bomb.
"I'm glad I'm here too," Fletcher pointed out. "And next time, I can be here immediately." He returned the hug for the brief span of time it lasted - because it wasn't pathetic if Gabe started it, just much-needed comfort - and followed him over to Kenspeckle.
Come back. Yeah. There was a time Fletcher would have balked at the very suggestion, just because of the noises outside the stone and barred cell door. But then Aranmore Farm happened, and then they actually succeeded in the impossible, three times over, and then there was Gabe.
So instead, Fletcher just nodded and put one hand on Kenspeckle's arm, the other on Gabe's shoulder, and Teleported.
The living room they'd been in the night before materialised instantly around them, the large red couch near enough for them to collapse against. That was something recent Fletcher had begun to practice. Not just appearing in a place, but actually picking out an exact spot within that place from an imperfect map inside his head. He couldn't help feeling a small sliver of pride in the achievement, despite everything.
He took some of Kenspeckle's weight off Gabe and gently lowered the Professor onto the couch. "You don't have to come back," Fletcher told the Archangel. "Using any of your magic hurts right now, doesn't it?" And smiting... Fletcher hesitated, because Gabe really would be useful in a fight, but then he sheepishly added, "Skulduggery probably wouldn't want you to."