Fletcher, once he was sure Gabe would be able to handle a Teleport, let the Archangel lean on his shoulder and disappeared with him back to the safehouse. Skulduggery tried not to think about how pale the angel had gotten - much too pale for a being that shouldn't really exist on the physical plane - or how tight his face had drawn, and he certainly didn't think about how much worse all of those effects would be the moment Gabriel reappeared wherever Fletcher decided to take him. Luckily, as Fletcher confirmed when he reappeared in the Staff Only corridor moments later, the teenager had the sense to take Gabe straight back to that healing bedroom.

Gabe would be alright for the time being. It was one problem out of the way, one that could be dealt with after this current crisis was averted. And as much as Skulduggery still mentally rebelled at the thought of Gabe straining himself, what was done was done, and Skulduggery had always been good at moving on. Putting things aside. Stepping over the mistakes.

Scarab was out there, and he had a bomb. Everything else could wait.

It was that thought which allowed Skulduggery to talk to Corrival, and act like nothing had changed. "Game's already started. You've been here more often than I have. Would the stairs or the elevator be faster?"