This close to Ghastly, it was hard to miss the aversion coming off him, and Gabriel realised belatedly that, really, it hadn't been a fair question at all. The amusement morphed into apology. "No, you're right. I'm sorry. I got a little--carried away."
Arguments. He wouldn't have thought they'd be so fun, for the right and good-natured reasons, and he'd learned that from Skulduggery. Obviously, he still needed to know where to stop.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Tanith's question was more than enough of a distraction, and Gabriel stumbled on the next step up. Now it was the Archangel who was very carefully not looking up at Skul, and trying very hard not to remember that day, that whole day at the Institute unable to think about anything but the life dimming from Skulduggery's eyes right in front of him.
Not even the memory of seeing Skul alive again was enough to dull that memory. That was another thing Gabe had wanted to talk to his Master about ... the murder of his friend, by his own hands.
"Well, we're both alive now, anyway," he murmured a little thickly.
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Arguments. He wouldn't have thought they'd be so fun, for the right and good-natured reasons, and he'd learned that from Skulduggery. Obviously, he still needed to know where to stop.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Tanith's question was more than enough of a distraction, and Gabriel stumbled on the next step up. Now it was the Archangel who was very carefully not looking up at Skul, and trying very hard not to remember that day, that whole day at the Institute unable to think about anything but the life dimming from Skulduggery's eyes right in front of him.
Not even the memory of seeing Skul alive again was enough to dull that memory. That was another thing Gabe had wanted to talk to his Master about ... the murder of his friend, by his own hands.
"Well, we're both alive now, anyway," he murmured a little thickly.