Skulduggery was being unreasonable. He knew he was being unreasonable, too, which made it all the worse, but for some reason he couldn't quite stop himself from continuing to be unreasonable.

He'd never particularly liked waiting, but he liked it even less when he didn't specifically have to. Add to that his conscious avoidance of accidental praying, and waiting was taking up almost all of Skulduggery's energy. Twice now, he'd almost given up and left to head to the Temple himself. The first time, he stopped without interference, after remembering that Fletcher had never been inside the Temple before. So of course it wasn't as simple as Teleporting in, then back out again.

The second time, about ten minutes later with no word whatsoever, Skulduggery began to wonder how dangerous the situation needed to get before Gabe would call him for help. He debated praying himself, decided that if everything was going well it might only be a distraction, and then headed for the door again.

Raphael stopped him that time, reminding him simply of the promise he'd made to Gabe. That stopped Skulduggery in his tracks, although for very different reasons than Raphael had probably been intending.

He closed the door again and turned back around. "How much does a person's soul tell you about them? About their magic?"