One of the crusades set off to follow a goose to the holy lands. Another was lead by children preaching peace, who were captured and sold into slavery. History is full of holy fools following their ideals off cliffs. Darcy probably doesn't even have that excuse anymore. She's following Skulduggery for the sake of following him. He wanted genuine belief in him, and he has it, now. The dead are taken care of, the living can take care of themselves, and they- being not quite either- take care of each other.

"I'm glad you're here too," and she can't even bring herself to joke about the spike pit.

"Come by again tomorrow, maybe? I... want to hang out with you without it being about saving the world."