For a long moment Bliss stood silent, taking this in. The threat which had killed him was gone, and apparently may not be making a return--though he wasn't willing to lay bets on that. The worshippers of the Faceless Ones were incredibly tenacious. Rather like the Necromancers in that respect, which made Wreath's presence not only here, rescuing him, but as an Elder, extremely interesting.
Absently Bliss flexed his fingers. He hadn't been exaggerating when he said how he felt. Even with the armour off, it felt as if he was still wearing it--that tightness of being constrained. He'd get used to it, but he doubted it would ever go away.
Not breathing was probably going to be easier to get used to. At least that he could use as an intimidation technique. He felt a moment of irony at the thought that he might have become a second Skulduggery Pleasant, though it made sense. They probably had the idea from his existence. Although he'd never meant to live forever, this was better than where he'd been before. If he'd still had a proper physical body just the thought would have sent chills down its spine.
He didn't. He also declined to mention that China was half right. He'd felt it, when he tore off the armour, that he was less than he'd been. He wasn't sure if it was a matter of not having his real body, or that the reflection's constraints were hindering him so he didn't break it, or some combination of the two. It didn't matter. It was enough for his purposes.
"What now, then?" he asked. "I presume you had some plan in place after all this?"
"Of course," Wreath agreed blithely. "I, for one, was thinking about eating out for lunch and enjoying the afternoon. Possibly taking a walk down at the beach, because Tipstaff dragged me back in his prison."
Dexter Vex snorted suddenly, long and loud, and laughed. Bliss raised an eye at the Necromancer. No wonder he'd been willing to be allies with Pleasant. Wreath just grinned back, a rather tired grin, but the satisfied one of a person collecting themselves after an exertion they weren't quite sure was going to happen. This was the man to whom he owed his existence?
It could be worse.
"I did retire once," he observed to no one in particular. He rather doubted he'd be able to do it again, but he had.
"We're good at building retirement plans," Vex said cheerfully as he made for Wreath and took the man's hand to put it on his shoulder, leading him toward the exit. "Come on, blind man. You've missed lunch, and I've got three missed calls from Deuce. I figure I'd leave you to answer the devil, Mister Prophet Sah."
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Absently Bliss flexed his fingers. He hadn't been exaggerating when he said how he felt. Even with the armour off, it felt as if he was still wearing it--that tightness of being constrained. He'd get used to it, but he doubted it would ever go away.
Not breathing was probably going to be easier to get used to. At least that he could use as an intimidation technique. He felt a moment of irony at the thought that he might have become a second Skulduggery Pleasant, though it made sense. They probably had the idea from his existence. Although he'd never meant to live forever, this was better than where he'd been before. If he'd still had a proper physical body just the thought would have sent chills down its spine.
He didn't. He also declined to mention that China was half right. He'd felt it, when he tore off the armour, that he was less than he'd been. He wasn't sure if it was a matter of not having his real body, or that the reflection's constraints were hindering him so he didn't break it, or some combination of the two. It didn't matter. It was enough for his purposes.
"What now, then?" he asked. "I presume you had some plan in place after all this?"
"Of course," Wreath agreed blithely. "I, for one, was thinking about eating out for lunch and enjoying the afternoon. Possibly taking a walk down at the beach, because Tipstaff dragged me back in his prison."
Dexter Vex snorted suddenly, long and loud, and laughed. Bliss raised an eye at the Necromancer. No wonder he'd been willing to be allies with Pleasant. Wreath just grinned back, a rather tired grin, but the satisfied one of a person collecting themselves after an exertion they weren't quite sure was going to happen. This was the man to whom he owed his existence?
It could be worse.
"I did retire once," he observed to no one in particular. He rather doubted he'd be able to do it again, but he had.
"We're good at building retirement plans," Vex said cheerfully as he made for Wreath and took the man's hand to put it on his shoulder, leading him toward the exit. "Come on, blind man. You've missed lunch, and I've got three missed calls from Deuce. I figure I'd leave you to answer the devil, Mister Prophet Sah."
"How magnanimous of you."