"Only the evil ones," he assured her. "Or the ones stopping me from arresting the evil ones. Or the people trying to kill me. I work as a detective, you see, and I'm so successful that many ne-er-do-wells would love to see my head on a stick."
One, unfortunately, had. And Skulduggery hadn't even been properly dead at the time - or at least, had never properly moved on. The memory of watching his own skull raised high above the crowds of his fellow soldiers had not faded with the centuries. This time, however, instead of simply forcing anger to rear its ugly head once again, the memory gave Skulduggery an idea. A slim one, but an idea nonetheless. Rita came from a world of mages, and while her type of magic would probably be wildly different from Skulduggery's, maybe there were some basic similarities.
"Tell me," he said, leaning forward with his chin in one hand. "In your world, was there ever anyone who... didn't die when they were supposed to?" An annoyingly simple way of putting it, but it wasn't as if Skulduggery had a lot of practice with encountering alternate realities.
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One, unfortunately, had. And Skulduggery hadn't even been properly dead at the time - or at least, had never properly moved on. The memory of watching his own skull raised high above the crowds of his fellow soldiers had not faded with the centuries. This time, however, instead of simply forcing anger to rear its ugly head once again, the memory gave Skulduggery an idea. A slim one, but an idea nonetheless. Rita came from a world of mages, and while her type of magic would probably be wildly different from Skulduggery's, maybe there were some basic similarities.
"Tell me," he said, leaning forward with his chin in one hand. "In your world, was there ever anyone who... didn't die when they were supposed to?" An annoyingly simple way of putting it, but it wasn't as if Skulduggery had a lot of practice with encountering alternate realities.