"That he would," Ghastly agreed, nodding sagely. "That he would. I'd recommend a tape recorder, though. Something small and easy to hide. His appearance tends to change, but his voice never has."
What did they do before tape recorders and cameras? Ghastly could never begrudge teenagers for not having much interest in history; he'd lived it, and he could barely remember what happened and when.
Solomon wasn't the only one the conversation helped, however. Where Ghastly had just been trying desperately hard not to think about the things he couldn't or wouldn't handle, he found that he didn't quite mind them so much anymore. He'd still rather not overthink things, but... enough made sense that even from the beginning, he couldn't bring himself to really hurt Skulduggery. God helped fill in the cracks after that, made Ghastly able to face the skeleton detective again. But it wasn't until just now, with Solomon, that Ghastly realised he did still have a modicum of hope left. Hope for Skulduggery, for the Dead Men, for Solomon. And, furthermore, that the hope was still capable of growing.
Ironic, how it was the impending arrival of Lucifer that made that hope possible.
They were going to have to put Vile behind them sooner or later, Ghastly knew. If they didn't, Lucifer would use it against them. It wasn't a good thing that Skulduggery still didn't trust anyone, but maybe it was a good thing that fact came to light before anything terrible could come of it.
Ghastly smiled. "If all else fails, make sure an angel is there. I'm sure they can transfer the memory."
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What did they do before tape recorders and cameras? Ghastly could never begrudge teenagers for not having much interest in history; he'd lived it, and he could barely remember what happened and when.
Solomon wasn't the only one the conversation helped, however. Where Ghastly had just been trying desperately hard not to think about the things he couldn't or wouldn't handle, he found that he didn't quite mind them so much anymore. He'd still rather not overthink things, but... enough made sense that even from the beginning, he couldn't bring himself to really hurt Skulduggery. God helped fill in the cracks after that, made Ghastly able to face the skeleton detective again. But it wasn't until just now, with Solomon, that Ghastly realised he did still have a modicum of hope left. Hope for Skulduggery, for the Dead Men, for Solomon. And, furthermore, that the hope was still capable of growing.
Ironic, how it was the impending arrival of Lucifer that made that hope possible.
They were going to have to put Vile behind them sooner or later, Ghastly knew. If they didn't, Lucifer would use it against them. It wasn't a good thing that Skulduggery still didn't trust anyone, but maybe it was a good thing that fact came to light before anything terrible could come of it.
Ghastly smiled. "If all else fails, make sure an angel is there. I'm sure they can transfer the memory."