[ Darcy warned him about that one, too. Doesn't make it any less startling. At least he manages not to drop anything when he whirls, though the coffee teeters dangerously and a wave of tea slops over the edge of its cup. ]
I don't know about anyone else, but neither of us wants this to last longer than it has to.
[ Without taking his eyes off the Captain, Dimitri stoops to set the tray down before he actually drops the damn thing, and retreats a few steps, tea cupped in both hands. ]
What happened at the winter excursion. Did you plan it?
[doesn't even have the decency to look pleased that he got a reaction. just stares blankly.]
Did I plan for the pathologically suppressed rage of a murdered man to take corporeal form and cause a massacre so concerning that I had to take the life of the only person I have ever loved while entirely unconvinced I was even capable of bringing him back.
No. I have to say that wasn't very high up on my to-do list.
[ Dimitri raises his eyebrows. Not at all the response he'd expected. ]
I appreciate the sudden turn towards forthrightness. [ Dryly. Dimitri's putting a lot of that answer in a pocket for later, but first: ] Then I must ask: why was the armor tracked to your room? And how did it arrive at the resort without Skulduggery's knowledge?
I'm always forthright. It's what makes it so funny when no one believes me.
[a long pause]
Well, I would hope the "why" would be self-evident. The "how" is rather more complicated. No one involved in the process was aware that the armor had developed ambulatory ability. Magic of this nature has a terrible habit of... evolving.
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[ Darcy warned him about that one, too. Doesn't make it any less startling. At least he manages not to drop anything when he whirls, though the coffee teeters dangerously and a wave of tea slops over the edge of its cup. ]
I don't know about anyone else, but neither of us wants this to last longer than it has to.
[ Without taking his eyes off the Captain, Dimitri stoops to set the tray down before he actually drops the damn thing, and retreats a few steps, tea cupped in both hands. ]
What happened at the winter excursion. Did you plan it?
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Did I plan for the pathologically suppressed rage of a murdered man to take corporeal form and cause a massacre so concerning that I had to take the life of the only person I have ever loved while entirely unconvinced I was even capable of bringing him back.
No. I have to say that wasn't very high up on my to-do list.
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I appreciate the sudden turn towards forthrightness. [ Dryly. Dimitri's putting a lot of that answer in a pocket for later, but first: ] Then I must ask: why was the armor tracked to your room? And how did it arrive at the resort without Skulduggery's knowledge?
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[a long pause]
Well, I would hope the "why" would be self-evident. The "how" is rather more complicated. No one involved in the process was aware that the armor had developed ambulatory ability. Magic of this nature has a terrible habit of... evolving.