"Intelligence and knowledge aren't mutually inclusive." Skulduggery was too quixotic to be interested in anything except, well, what interested him at any given time. Ghastly had always had more of a breadth of knowledge, and was more interested in making his knowledge well-rounded. It had left an impression.
Solomon didn't have enough fingers to count how many times Skulduggery had made things up on the fly, when they were young. He'd always made it into a game, never seemed to take it quite seriously. It was one of the reasons Solomon had started to doubt him.
For some long moments Solomon said nothing, because there was almost nothing to say in response to that. It ... hadn't quite occurred to him, in that way, because he'd stopped believing Skulduggery cared about him at all. He'd wasted so much time and now he knew it, so sharply it was almost a physical pain. The rush of warmth was entirely without thorns this time, so strong that he found himself smiling even though, fifteen minutes ago, he'd been railing against the very same man.
All Skulduggery had ever wanted. All Solomon's father had ever wanted. It had taken Solomon so long to get there, but Ghastly was right. He had now. And he had the future. That was far more important.
"Well then," Solomon said lightly, and started walking again without that smile fading, "I hope you know where to get a camera. I'd hate to put him on the spot, get a confession, and not have video evidence. He'd pretend I hallucinated the whole thing."
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Solomon didn't have enough fingers to count how many times Skulduggery had made things up on the fly, when they were young. He'd always made it into a game, never seemed to take it quite seriously. It was one of the reasons Solomon had started to doubt him.
For some long moments Solomon said nothing, because there was almost nothing to say in response to that. It ... hadn't quite occurred to him, in that way, because he'd stopped believing Skulduggery cared about him at all. He'd wasted so much time and now he knew it, so sharply it was almost a physical pain. The rush of warmth was entirely without thorns this time, so strong that he found himself smiling even though, fifteen minutes ago, he'd been railing against the very same man.
All Skulduggery had ever wanted. All Solomon's father had ever wanted. It had taken Solomon so long to get there, but Ghastly was right. He had now. And he had the future. That was far more important.
"Well then," Solomon said lightly, and started walking again without that smile fading, "I hope you know where to get a camera. I'd hate to put him on the spot, get a confession, and not have video evidence. He'd pretend I hallucinated the whole thing."