Ghastly's core went cold, and he felt sick. Suddenly, violently, nauseously sick. "You knew?"
Hopeless knew?
The last remnants of the facade he'd pulled up to be able to handle day-to-day interactions with Skulduggery frayed and tore apart. Unlike in Dexter, though, the tearing didn't lead to hysteria. It just led to something cold. Not physically cold, not emotionally cold. The kind of cold he'd had to be since that day in the church, and was only now realising lay dormant underneath most of what he'd claimed to be feeling. Swallowing him up, little by little, as time went on.
It made him very still, it made his voice very quiet, and it made his fists clench hard - against what, he didn't know. "Proof. Like a confession? Like using Necromancy? Does that work?"
Using Necromancy without a channeling object, shadows gathering around the skeleton like he was the object they were being channeled through. The memory twisted Ghastly's gut, and spread that chill throughout the rest of him. "Why didn't either of you tell the rest of us?"
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Hopeless knew?
The last remnants of the facade he'd pulled up to be able to handle day-to-day interactions with Skulduggery frayed and tore apart. Unlike in Dexter, though, the tearing didn't lead to hysteria. It just led to something cold. Not physically cold, not emotionally cold. The kind of cold he'd had to be since that day in the church, and was only now realising lay dormant underneath most of what he'd claimed to be feeling. Swallowing him up, little by little, as time went on.
It made him very still, it made his voice very quiet, and it made his fists clench hard - against what, he didn't know. "Proof. Like a confession? Like using Necromancy? Does that work?"
Using Necromancy without a channeling object, shadows gathering around the skeleton like he was the object they were being channeled through. The memory twisted Ghastly's gut, and spread that chill throughout the rest of him. "Why didn't either of you tell the rest of us?"