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[skeletonenigma]

[This is the IC inbox for Skulduggery Pleasant at tushanshu.]

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[skeletonenigma]

Yes you did. You said 'I may have done something.' It's annoyingly vague, but I'm assuming its the reason you're calling.

[edgeoftheknife]

Well I'm not claiming responsibility for Anton's condition, I'm setting things up. It's background information. I thought you might appreciate it.

[skeletonenigma]

I'd appreciate it if it was a tad more specific, Erskine.

[edgeoftheknife]

Alright then, how's this: the bloody idiot's still fixed on the idea of cleaning up the mess the gist left in the city. So I... told him we'd do it.

[skeletonenigma]

[There is a long, long pause.]

You told him we'd do it.

[Recognise and be wary of that dangerous tone of voice.]

[edgeoftheknife]

[Definitely sounding defensive now:]

I practically had to carry him back to bed and he was still convinced he could do it. What was I supposed to do?

[skeletonenigma]

We were a hair's breadth from killing each other the last time we tried to fix damage to the city. What makes you think this time will be any different?

[edgeoftheknife]

We're not chained together, and we can use magic.

[skeletonenigma]

And you think that's going to help?

[But then he sighs.]

OK. I'll be right there.