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[light_mischief]

[skeleton or not, he appears visibly relieved.]

Oh, good. So there's nothing back there? Just empty quarters for the crew that's supposed to be here? Nothing special about it to warrant sigils specifically guarding it or anything like that?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Oh, nothing like that. I would only put those on something terribly important.

[light_mischief]

Like in an elevator shaft?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... What, like Tower of Terror?

[light_mischief]

More like, one of the elevators on this ship, with a conveniently placed hatch that passengers can find. [...] So, more like Die Hard.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

There wasn't magic in Die Hard.

...

Was there magic in Die Hard...

[light_mischief]

There was Bruce Willis, but I don't think he counts.

I can't tell if this is your normal level of distraction, or if there's magical interference. If it's the former, I'll be blunter. If it's the latter... then we are going to have to figure out what you are allowed to know around here.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[half-singsong] Still sounds like a Friday problem...

[light_mischief]

So the Eterna is Friday's ship, then? My mistake.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Only the boring parts. [which is, quite literally, 99% of it.]

[light_mischief]

[torn between slapping the Captain upside the head and leaving before he says something he'll regret, Skulduggery remains standing by the door, crossing his arms.]

You're being an ass. Is it because you don't want to take responsibility for anything? Or are you simply hoping that if you overwhelm Friday, you can use her failures as an excuse? "The universe doesn't want me to live, otherwise the ship's sole support wouldn't have collapsed under the weight of all my shirked responsibilities?"

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... [extended sigh]

How did she word it, exactly.

[light_mischief]

[PETULANTLY]

How did who word what?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[flat look

also he's still upside-down]

tw: suicide ideation mention

[light_mischief]

It doesn't feel good when people do that to you, does it?

[...]

She said you would have been willing to watch Vile drive me mad, that you'd done it before, that you didn't know what that meant, and that you sounded like you were waiting for literally any excuse to give you a reason to kill yourself.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[pause]

God, but the French are over-dramatic. And all over the inevitable result of asking awful questions, getting awful answers.

[light_mischief]

Over-dramatic doesn't mean wrong, and I know she isn't lying about what she heard you say.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[a huff, and he pulls himself up into a sitting position.]

She wanted to lord over me regarding December. She was told exactly what the consequences of that day could have been. She didn't like it, because none of them ever like the truth. She went off crying to you. The end.

[light_mischief]

That's a boring story. Where's the hook? The intrigue? Hm. How about the part where you watched another loved one succumb to madness?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

No, that wasn't--

[pauses. when he speaks again, it's Darcy's voice, exactly as he had heard it.]

Really? You couldn't bring yourself to kill him, but you'd just get used to seeing him like that? I don't believe you.

[another pause]

That was what that part was. That part.

[light_mischief]

And what was your reply?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

"I've done it before." Thinking about it for longer than three seconds makes my mind shut down.

[light_mischief]

That's what worries me. Is it because you've given up the memory, or has it been locked away out of necessity? And if it's necessary for you not to know, then it's only a matter of time before my meddling and poking around causes real damage.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[frowns] I would never ask you to stop.

[...]

I don't want you to.

[...]

I don't want you to. [firmly] And whatever reasons I had for doing whatever it is I've done, I can't abide by them any longer. They were made without you in consideration, and thus must be remade.

[light_mischief]

[there is so much potential for good in that declaration. his reckless but flagging optimism takes a pained breath and carries on with a stitch in its side.]

What does that mean? [he drags his feet as he closes half of their distance. he feels briefly helpless, finally unable to even pretend to come up with some kind of plan or motivational half-speech.]