Skulduggery stared down at his twine for a moment, held limply in his hands, and then glanced back up at Gabe. "Unless you're intending for this to take thirty years, I think I'm a bit behind on the terminology." He folded his own in half, pinched the centre, and began tying the first barrel knot in roughly the same place Gabe had marked on his. "I'll just follow what you're doing."

It really had been a while since he'd had anything to do with a religion that didn't involve the Faceless Ones. It was almost relaxing, in a way. Rather like meditation, without the inconvenience of having your skull nicked right off your spinal column. That was a grudge Skulduggery didn't think he'd ever be able to let go.