[Despite everything, Skulduggery manages a laugh at last. How many times has he been scolded about taking care of some priceless, irreplaceable tome?
("Too many," is the answer, but this isn't about that.)]
I'll keep it in my cabin and refrain from tearing any pages out. [Promise, he nearly says, but he's not in any state to be making promises.] And I'll do my best to finish it in a timely manner.
Cool. [and then, because clearly the conversation ends with that, he simply disappears from view.
the following morning, there is a knock at his cabin door. on the floor in front of the door is a package, wrapped like regains are. opening it reveals Skulduggery's prize.]
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("Too many," is the answer, but this isn't about that.)]
I'll keep it in my cabin and refrain from tearing any pages out. [Promise, he nearly says, but he's not in any state to be making promises.] And I'll do my best to finish it in a timely manner.
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the following morning, there is a knock at his cabin door. on the floor in front of the door is a package, wrapped like regains are. opening it reveals Skulduggery's prize.]