Ah, the desire to be dead once again. A feeling that had similarly occupied Skulduggery's mind far too often, albeit not very recently. He could tell her about his own experiences becoming a skeleton, just as he told Valkyrie the first time they met, but Skulduggery preferred not to make those experiences widely-known until he had a better idea of what was going on. Right now, he had almost nothing to work with, and it was irritating him more than he would have liked to admit. Skulduggery glanced briefly down at the bandages once they became visible, but otherwise ignored them.

"Well, that depends on what you mean by 'supernatural,'" he said carefully. He wasn't taking any chances in a reality with the power to bring him back to life. "Are you one of those people who thinks they're immortal? I met someone like that once, just a couple of years ago. Didn't work out too well for him. He's dead now."