[Hayley acquiesces, knowing he's telling the truth. She stares down at her coffee for a solid few seconds before finally taking a sip of it. Then she looks over at him again.]
Imagine that dead people stay dead and there's no magic and no ghosts and no spooky shadow creatures or whatever. Then imagine you meet a talking skeleton who can fly up to your window. It's weird.
Thanks. [The reply is sincere, bordering on heartfelt. The girl allows a long silence between them, shifting her gaze between Skulduggery, the coffee, and random objects about her room. Finally, eventually, she continues her rare bout of honesty.]
I didn't even mind arguing with Raine that much, but then Solomon said I was acting like a kid and to stop. [A beat.] I thought he'd be on my side.
[Skulduggery nods once. Twice. Clears his lack of a throat.] If I were a more vindictive man, I'd say Wreath's been known to switch sides whenever the mood takes him. Since I'm not a more vindictive man, I'll just say sometimes the best way to deal with him is to tell him he's right. It throws him off-guard enough to stop him from arguing.
[Hayley smiles at Skulduggery's noncommittal judgment of Solomon. Although she likes the man overall, in this moment, she's still angry with him and it's nice to hear that maybe it's not just her. Except then he says that she's torn about whether to believe he means it or whether he's saying to agree because Skulduggery genuinely believes Hayley to be wrong. She assumes the safer option.]
Thanks for telling me. Maybe I can use that next time. [She huffs a small sigh and takes another sip of her drink, absolutely expecting a next time. If they can even recover from this time enough to have one.]
I know I'm a kid and I have a lot to learn, but I'm never going to learn if no one takes me seriously, you know? Clark did. And Bart and Bruce and Kon and Mark and Dick and Tony and a ton of other people who are all gone now. Now it's like.. I'm just a kid again and half the time I expect Solomon to pat me on the head and give me a piece of candy. I hate it.
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Did you seriously come here to pick a fight?
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Imagine that dead people stay dead and there's no magic and no ghosts and no spooky shadow creatures or whatever. Then imagine you meet a talking skeleton who can fly up to your window. It's weird.
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I didn't even mind arguing with Raine that much, but then Solomon said I was acting like a kid and to stop. [A beat.] I thought he'd be on my side.
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Thanks for telling me. Maybe I can use that next time. [She huffs a small sigh and takes another sip of her drink, absolutely expecting a next time. If they can even recover from this time enough to have one.]
I know I'm a kid and I have a lot to learn, but I'm never going to learn if no one takes me seriously, you know? Clark did. And Bart and Bruce and Kon and Mark and Dick and Tony and a ton of other people who are all gone now. Now it's like.. I'm just a kid again and half the time I expect Solomon to pat me on the head and give me a piece of candy. I hate it.