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[sictransitgloriamundi]

She certainly had loads of empathy as she dragged every other passenger out of their hiding spots and slit their throats on the pool deck, yes.

[his gaze falls on Darcy again. he forgets she's there.]

Your worst pain will always shine brighter than your greatest joy. That's simply the way things are. Take it up with your god if you have an issue with it.

[light_mischief]

[poor choice of words, maybe...] It certainly seems like she's trying to make up for it now.

[coming after the Captain, tearing through realities looking for people to help -- but he doesn't know if the Captain knows about those efforts, and he isn't about to tip that hand.

anyway, it seems as though Darcy's hit her upper limit of bullshit for the night. she got this far without incident, and the Captain's clearly not offended, but that'll be quick to change.]

That's enough for tonight, I think. It's late, and we've got a pool party to prepare for. [like a dad who's noticed his baby's starting to fuss]

[saltwaterlungs]

Eat shit and fuck off.

[ Not her most eloquent retort, but an opening move to give her a minute to think of something better. ]

I'm not taking life advice from someone who can't even do the one fucking thing he's doing right. 'wuuh look at me I forget all the answers I get'- stupid, childish, motherfucker.

[ Ugh. She snaps the book shut and takes Skulduggery's advice, going to leave. ]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[beat]

She lasted longer than I would have expected. [he almost sounds impressed?]

[light_mischief]

[that ended with far less bloodshed than expected, which means this was a rousing success]

The latte was a surprising touch.

[...and, it's probably a touch more generous than he should be, but a bit of genuine honesty in exchange for forced truth seems a fair trade:]

For whatever it's worth, I hope they are dead, whoever they are.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he blinks, eyebrows raised for a moment.]

... It'd be a blessing to them, if they are.

[light_mischief]

[he doesn't doubt that.]

You won't tell me, but I do wonder what you'll do if you find they're still around. I suppose it is extremely unlikely... [if they were, they'd have shown up by now. right?]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Finally find out exactly how long you can tear a person to atoms before they stop being able to feel.

[not even a moment's hesitation.]

I've managed an hour, at most. I think it can go longer.

[light_mischief]

[the intention hits somewhere deep. resonates somewhere it shouldn't.

Skulduggery nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets.]

I hope that will bring you some peace. [but it won't. he knows that much.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[a pause. a brief moment of eye contact.

and then, he's gone. cup and all.]