[Skulduggery, with a pair of black gauntlets hidden away in his dresser, can't help but chuckle a little at the deep understatement of Jade's comment. Not that he could know, or hear anything but wry humor in Skulduggery's tone.] Disorienting is certainly a good word for it. [If infinitesimal in comparison to the real thing...] I don't know if I mentioned it, but. It took me a while to put myself back together. I don't remember most, if any of it. Sort of like being born, I suppose.

[Really, if Jade were to mention any of his thoughts to Skulduggery, whether their newfound similarities or his worry of bringing down the conversation, the concerns would likely be waved away. As it is, he hardly seems upset to be talking about it now -- especially with the freedom to mock the necromancer temple without it somehow getting back to them and turning into a whole thing.]

I think they're embarrassed that they don't know what happened to me. I would be, if I were them. [He shrugs.] Maybe I spit in the face of their closely-guarded belief system. I certainly know they don't like that I know so much about it.

[They hate that he knows everything. And here, with nobody to get into the political gray area of the War, Skulduggery is free to call the Scientol-- I mean, the necromancers out for who they really are.

There's some measure of amusement in his voice when he asks,] Would you like to hear some of their closely guarded religious secrets?