[He waits with eyebrows slightly raised as Skulduggery first suggests being a little more cautious with their conversation, and then promptly ignores his own advice. Pal, for his part, pitches his voice slightly quieter, leaning his elbows on his knees]
It doesn’t make sense to me, either. But all evidence points to it. My hypothesis is that she sort of…evolved sentience over the course of a myriad, or however long it’s been. [he shrugs helplessly, knowing it isn’t an elegant theory, but it’s the best he has.] She makes the leis using some kind of magic one of Pirate Jenny’s brothers taught her. And she suggested keeping them at hand, quote, ‘if it ever seems like the world is ending.’
He pauses again, studying Skulduggery, half wondering if he will find some sign of the new madness that has driven that baffling text. But given Skulduggery is a skeleton, he’s kind of hard to read]
What sorts of things do you think about differently?
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It doesn’t make sense to me, either. But all evidence points to it. My hypothesis is that she sort of…evolved sentience over the course of a myriad, or however long it’s been. [he shrugs helplessly, knowing it isn’t an elegant theory, but it’s the best he has.] She makes the leis using some kind of magic one of Pirate Jenny’s brothers taught her. And she suggested keeping them at hand, quote, ‘if it ever seems like the world is ending.’
He pauses again, studying Skulduggery, half wondering if he will find some sign of the new madness that has driven that baffling text. But given Skulduggery is a skeleton, he’s kind of hard to read]
What sorts of things do you think about differently?