A few moments dragged themselves by, and Skulduggery gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "As you said, bigger problems. There's an old Irish proverb in Gaelic. It roughly translates to 'The power fellow will have another day.' It's basically a very pretentious way of saying the more you live through, the stronger you become, and the greater your chances of survival in the future." He paused, and tilted his head. "Not quite as comforting as I remember it."

He needed to find Yomi. She'd left a lot of things out of her explanation the night before. Not that Skulduggery could particularly blame her; she'd had a lot on her plate. But now that he was on more even ground knowledge-wise, maybe she'd be a bit more willing to talk. She was the closest thing to another mage Skulduggery had encountered so far, and he needed to know more about how power was limited here. He needed to know how dangerous he would be if something managed to break through his careful control of his emotions, and how far people should run if that happened.