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[light_mischief]

[He lifts his hand, drops it, and hurls what might as well be a brick of solid air right at the captain's head.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... Ow?

[see, this is how much he likes him. he's even remembering something like that should be causing physical pain and what the appropriate reaction is.

he glances up.] Was it a bad time, or something?

[light_mischief]

[That didn't make him feel better. Do you know what would make him feel better? Closing the space to kick viciously at the captain's head.]

What was that?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[ugh on the one hand maybe giving him a reaction would make him stop being such a bitch for five seconds, but also. effort. and he's really in leaf mode right now.]

Can you narrow it down? There was a lot.

[light_mischief]

[RRRRGH. I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU.]

I have a year's worth of new memories jammed into my skull -- which, in case you can't tell, is a different skull than I was wearing --!

[...]

-- YESTERDAY!

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[long pause]

... Okay, so, have you ever seen Highlander?

[light_mischief]

[Another hand-squeezing motion that implies he'd love to wring the captain's neck.]

No. I haven't.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Huh.

[pause]

I have no idea how else to explain it.

[light_mischief]

[ANOTHER KICK.]

You pathetic, stupid little man! You can't even find your own words to explain how I slipped free of the Serena Eterna for an entire year?! This is your ship, you're supposed to have some modicum of control over it! I wasn't supposed to go back!

[Good thing neither of them have eardrums, otherwise they'd be ringing from the volume of his shouting.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[sullenly looking at the leaf even harder now.]

You never left. [pause] I mean, "you." The you that you'd call you. Not that the other yous are less you, but they're not the same you. And it's not like there's less you, now, but just... another you...

... This would be much easier if you'd seen the movie.

[light_mischief]

[Oh! Oh, this is worse than he ever could have imagined!]

So -- you mean to say that I'm not the same version of myself who was here yesterday? Is it... no. No. I need you to explain it. I can't do it. You need to.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... Define "same."

[light_mischief]

The same! The -- the same me that first got taken aboard! The one that went to and came back from your stupid camping trip! Physically and spiritually and --

["Not mentally, surely," would be just the sort of thing China would say, were she here. But, he firmly ignores it, and she certainly doesn't speak up again.]

-- Just how much of me did you lose?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

It's really more of a gain, than anything else. For the you that's here, at least. And at least neutral for the general yous. Probably. I'm almost certain on that.

[light_mischief]

[Hold on. Hold on. He just needs a moment. Just a second.]

When you say general yous -- do you mean me from different moments on the timeline? The versions of me... not stuck on the ship?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[immediately brightens] Yes.

[light_mischief]

[Where does he even start?]

What am I, then, if not one of myselves from the timeline?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Also you. But, also, not. [nods, yes he totally gets it this is why he likes him best.]

[light_mischief]

[. . . . .]

...And the skull? How did the physical change work?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Can you really tell the difference? [peers up curiously] Most don't, unless it's something terribly dramatic, like a lost limb... But, I suppose that is what that is, so it does make sense...

[light_mischief]

[Another kick, but this one is just sort of petulant. It probably doesn't even connect.]

Of course, I can tell the difference. It's my skull. Answer the question.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[waves off the kick] I don't know everything, you know. I'm not a god yet.

[light_mischief]

You don't know how I was physically altered aboard your ship?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[put-upon sigh] And yet everyone complains when I say how necessary my research is...

[light_mischief]

And what research have you done, exactly?

[It's always "research this, research that," but Skulduggery has never once actually heard him say what he's researching, exactly. Normally he would extrapolate, but his mind is currently trying to compartmentalize eleven months of eldritch torture into a box labeled "another Skulduggery's problem," so he's a little distracted right now.]