Skulduggery chuckles. "I suppose that's fair. I thought you might assume that 'building a world from scratch' would trump 'control over the elements.' But, no. I, unfortunately, do not have the ability to control and manipulate matter. Certainly not to the extent that the captain has figured it out."

Which is too bad. He wouldn't mind being able to design little dimensional terrariums as a pastime. Even if the plants weren't really plants.

"It's a shot in the dark, but do you happen to remember if they... sounded right, when you splintered the trees to hell and back?" He can't help but wonder if maybe they were... hollow or something. Different from how these trees are now. "Maybe you remember them being easier to topple than they should have been?" He doubts it, but it's worth asking.