Harvey Dent / Two-Face (
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Night 64: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Still no one. Harvey imagined that before long these areas were going to be flooded with sick people who were going to follow that clue, so he was glad that he'd beaten them to the punch. It wasn't that he thought it was contagious anymore -- by this point, they would have known -- but he didn't need to be surrounded by a bunch of miserable, sniffling people, either.
Relieved that he'd dodged that bullet, at least so far, Harvey reached the end of the hall and took a right toward their regular meeting spot.
[To here.]
Still no one. Harvey imagined that before long these areas were going to be flooded with sick people who were going to follow that clue, so he was glad that he'd beaten them to the punch. It wasn't that he thought it was contagious anymore -- by this point, they would have known -- but he didn't need to be surrounded by a bunch of miserable, sniffling people, either.
Relieved that he'd dodged that bullet, at least so far, Harvey reached the end of the hall and took a right toward their regular meeting spot.
[To here.]
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If there was one thing Skulduggery missed, it was his revolver. The comforting feel of it in his hand was something that he'd grown far too used to over the years. But even in the world of sorcerers, guns were useful. There wasn't much that could stop a bullet unless you were planning on getting shot, and Skulduggery was nothing if not unpredictable. It was one of the qualities he prized himself on.
It was amazing how such an empty and quiet hallway could set his teeth on edge. Skulduggery was beginning to hope he'd run into someone, friend or foe, just to break the suspicious monotony. That probably wasn't healthy. Hopes like that were what led to hallucinations and madness.
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