Valkyrie let out a startled laugh, one that Ghastly very nearly shared - and probably would have, if he wasn't trying to look intimidating. That, he definitely hadn't been expecting. Another trait Skulduggery and Solomon seemed to share; jokes in the face of torture. Or at least in the face of the torturer, and two of the torturer's accomplices.
Craven's expression only made Valkyrie laugh harder. He looked like a man caught between two things he barely understood, suspecting he didn't actually understand either of them, casting around for something to fall back on, and eventually settling into familiar hatred. All at once, Ghastly fancied he could see those ants, scattering out onto the floor.
He'd never expected souls to be so literal, but in this case, he couldn't really complain. The image of ants crawling all over Craven without the Necromancer's knowledge was amusing.
Tenebrae, to his credit, didn't look angry. He barely looked upset. His eyes were fixed on Solomon's sightless ones with a hard stare, but that was the extent of any evidence he was worried. "If you're here to gloat, Wreath, I'd much rather you saved your breath. Don't you have a country to run?"
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Craven's expression only made Valkyrie laugh harder. He looked like a man caught between two things he barely understood, suspecting he didn't actually understand either of them, casting around for something to fall back on, and eventually settling into familiar hatred. All at once, Ghastly fancied he could see those ants, scattering out onto the floor.
He'd never expected souls to be so literal, but in this case, he couldn't really complain. The image of ants crawling all over Craven without the Necromancer's knowledge was amusing.
Tenebrae, to his credit, didn't look angry. He barely looked upset. His eyes were fixed on Solomon's sightless ones with a hard stare, but that was the extent of any evidence he was worried. "If you're here to gloat, Wreath, I'd much rather you saved your breath. Don't you have a country to run?"