Ghastly was a wise man. Gabe hide a smile at the turn over in his soul, the firmness with himself not to feel guilty for guilts that weren't his. Not everyone could do that. The Archangel let go of Skulduggery's hand only so he could sign for Myron, but he still stood close enough for his shoulder to brush the skeleton's.

"Some people," he said regretfully. "Marr is dead--assassinated." In the place for the last word he signed out Tesseract's name for Myron instead. The information-broker would know who that was, and he won't have learned a sign so complicated as 'assassin' yet. "Her assassin's dead too. Three Sanctuary officials have been hurt, but they'll be okay."

He didn't mention Vile or the armour. Myron would want to know details, and Desmond had been burdened with enough already. The smile he gave Desmond was sympathetic, resigned, and reassuring. "I'm sorry. You've joined the magical community at a bad time; a lot of things keep happening and we don't have a proper handle on them yet. How about we take you home and pick up Stephanie from school?"