Dexter didn't look over, but his shoulders hunched inward as he drove. The fact was, he wasn't as angry as the others. How could he be? He'd been keeping secrets too. He was more afraid this would be it--the last straw. After everything, their family would be broken.
He wasn't even surprised that Erskine knew. Ghastly hadn't wanted to get drunk right away. Dexter had started first.
"Because I didn't want to admit that Descry might be right," he said. "And Descry was worried it might make Skulduggery go off and not come back next time. Remember when he tried to kill himself? He kept trying to run. If he knew that someone knew, maybe he'd have left again, and then we couldn't have helped him."
Maybe he'd have succeeded in killing himself. Or maybe he'd have fallen again. Or maybe he'd have just become a shadow of a person, without anyone to care for him. Any way they spun it, they would have lost him.
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He wasn't even surprised that Erskine knew. Ghastly hadn't wanted to get drunk right away. Dexter had started first.
"Because I didn't want to admit that Descry might be right," he said. "And Descry was worried it might make Skulduggery go off and not come back next time. Remember when he tried to kill himself? He kept trying to run. If he knew that someone knew, maybe he'd have left again, and then we couldn't have helped him."
Maybe he'd have succeeded in killing himself. Or maybe he'd have fallen again. Or maybe he'd have just become a shadow of a person, without anyone to care for him. Any way they spun it, they would have lost him.