Her apologies on serve to remind Skulduggery that this anger of his has been seething ever since the package arrived for him at the sundries shop. He's been tense and distracted in equal turn, trying to avoid the same impulsive anger that sentenced him to a watery grave.
"I don't want you to do anything," he snaps, biting off more angry words before they can form. He desperately needs to be calm, but how is he supposed to manage that when he feels like he's frantically on the defense? "I would have liked my privacy to be respected, but that's apparently out of the question. As if there's any possibility of privacy on this damn ship."
How can the captain know nothing about himself and still know so much about all of them? And how could Skulduggery let the bastard get under his skin with a lifeless piece of armor and one simple comment? How has he still not learned to keep his anger in check?
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"I don't want you to do anything," he snaps, biting off more angry words before they can form. He desperately needs to be calm, but how is he supposed to manage that when he feels like he's frantically on the defense? "I would have liked my privacy to be respected, but that's apparently out of the question. As if there's any possibility of privacy on this damn ship."
How can the captain know nothing about himself and still know so much about all of them? And how could Skulduggery let the bastard get under his skin with a lifeless piece of armor and one simple comment? How has he still not learned to keep his anger in check?