That means I'm not allowed to now? The words never came out. Solomon didn't know how to express them. It almost wasn't even about Skulduggery, per se, even though he was a catalyst. Of course, that's how it always was, wasn't it? Skulduggery forced changes around him. Solomon didn't even know if it was intentional, or subconscious, or what, but he did.
"It's a free country," Shudder said evenly, and the moment Ghastly was out of the door Solomon walked through it, hands out and knuckles striking the doorframe. He didn't care, as long as he knew where it was.
He had even less idea what the room beyond looked like, except that he was sure it was the lobby, and lobbies always had an exit. He put a hand on the wall and walked along it, moving fast, his face set in that shattered way just barely holding together. When he reached the desk, he fumbled for its edges, moved around it, and kept going, a tense, half-stumbling man staring blankly head.
Eventually he'd find the door. He didn't need the help. He couldn't expect the help. He had nothing to offer men like this, nothing they'd need or want that would give him what he hadn't even known he was craving.
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"It's a free country," Shudder said evenly, and the moment Ghastly was out of the door Solomon walked through it, hands out and knuckles striking the doorframe. He didn't care, as long as he knew where it was.
He had even less idea what the room beyond looked like, except that he was sure it was the lobby, and lobbies always had an exit. He put a hand on the wall and walked along it, moving fast, his face set in that shattered way just barely holding together. When he reached the desk, he fumbled for its edges, moved around it, and kept going, a tense, half-stumbling man staring blankly head.
Eventually he'd find the door. He didn't need the help. He couldn't expect the help. He had nothing to offer men like this, nothing they'd need or want that would give him what he hadn't even known he was craving.