"Neutral party? When you're paying him to lead you around like a dog on a leash? Paying him for being a glorified dog walker?" Erskine glanced very pointedly towards Dexter. "I wonder where his loyalties lie?"
"What on..."
"Lilliya. Listen to me. I need you to stand up."
"What happened?"
"Serpine. I don't know what they've done to you, but you need to focus. Stand up."
"But..."
"Lilliya, please."
"We were eating. We were eating, Skulduggery. How did I get here?"
"I don't know. There's a sigil on the wall behind you - "
Skulduggery forcibly dragged himself out of the memory, slightly surprised he'd slipped into it at all. It wasn't very often he did, because it wasn't very often anyone else brought up what happened - at least, without him predicting the change in topic. This was the last place he expected it to get brought up. The last place Skulduggery thought he'd have to deal with it.
He was almost grateful now for the imperative of only being able to use the words 'Yes, sir.' He had no idea what his face looked like, but judging by the way Valkyrie was looking at him, it wasn't blankly neutral. Skulduggery had the nasty suspicion that if he tried to say anything at the moment, his voice would come out husky.
Desmond saved him, in much the same way Gordon would have. And actually did, once. With no knowledge, and barely any idea of what was going on, Gordon basically went back to what he knew - saving people from having to talk or think about things that made them uncomfortable. And he didn't know that very well, either. It was the consequences of his attempt that made them fast friends, and Desmond... Desmond was his brother's brother. "He's a skeleton? How come that never came up?"
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"What on..."
"Lilliya. Listen to me. I need you to stand up."
"What happened?"
"Serpine. I don't know what they've done to you, but you need to focus. Stand up."
"But..."
"Lilliya, please."
"We were eating. We were eating, Skulduggery. How did I get here?"
"I don't know. There's a sigil on the wall behind you - "
Skulduggery forcibly dragged himself out of the memory, slightly surprised he'd slipped into it at all. It wasn't very often he did, because it wasn't very often anyone else brought up what happened - at least, without him predicting the change in topic. This was the last place he expected it to get brought up. The last place Skulduggery thought he'd have to deal with it.
He was almost grateful now for the imperative of only being able to use the words 'Yes, sir.' He had no idea what his face looked like, but judging by the way Valkyrie was looking at him, it wasn't blankly neutral. Skulduggery had the nasty suspicion that if he tried to say anything at the moment, his voice would come out husky.
Desmond saved him, in much the same way Gordon would have. And actually did, once. With no knowledge, and barely any idea of what was going on, Gordon basically went back to what he knew - saving people from having to talk or think about things that made them uncomfortable. And he didn't know that very well, either. It was the consequences of his attempt that made them fast friends, and Desmond... Desmond was his brother's brother. "He's a skeleton? How come that never came up?"