"I know how I died," Skulduggery contradicted him. "I was there. It was painful. But I don't know why I managed to come back, no." Well, he had a vague idea, but that was hard to explain even to himself. "And I don't know how I became a skeleton." Well, unless one counted the ritualistic burning of his dead body, or the magic keeping his consciousness attached to the bones, but Skulduggery felt like that was cheating. The mystery of his existence was the only mystery to this day that Skulduggery still hadn't been able to solve.

He briefly wondered if this was the sort of discussion to be having with someone so young, but then he thought of Valkyrie, and all of his doubts faded.

"It's..." Weird? Different? Complicated? "... certainly strange. The smaller things are weirder than skin, like breathing. And organs. I have the utmost confidence, however, that I will adjust accordingly."

The nurses at the back of the chapel were starting to come forward. Skulduggery kept a wary eye on them as he asked his next question. "Where are the doctors? Landel can't be the only one."