First, there had been the revelation that, at least according to Skulduggery and the Captain, they could never go home again. Pal might not believe that to be true, but seeing it written down in black and white hadn’t been a pleasant experience. Then Natusno had disappeared. Then they had found the site of his death, which had brought up all sorts of fun memories, and then Pal had been forced to stop Clarke from killing the person responsible with her bare hands. In some ways, finding Natsuno’s body whole had been in a relief, but it had also opened up all sorts of other unsettling possibilities.
Palamedes had taken a very long shower after that. And then he’d sat on his bed and stared at the wall for quite some time.
The next morning, Palamedes is looking a little paler than usual as he sits at a table in the buffet. The circles under his eyes are a little darker, too, and he grips his mug of tea a little more tightly than necessary. He may still be in mourning, but he has work to do. Whether temporary or permanent, the usual cycle of death and resurrection that has become expected on the ship has broken, and they need to spread the word before anyone else gets hurt. He is staring at a page of his notebook, trying to find the best way to word such a dire message, when he sees someone out of the corner of his eye.
Pal looks up sharply and for a long moment he just stares. When he speaks, it's with a discomforting sort of blankness.]
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The last seventy-two hours.
Have been…a lot for Palamedes Sextus.
First, there had been the revelation that, at least according to Skulduggery and the Captain, they could never go home again. Pal might not believe that to be true, but seeing it written down in black and white hadn’t been a pleasant experience. Then Natusno had disappeared. Then they had found the site of his death, which had brought up all sorts of fun memories, and then Pal had been forced to stop Clarke from killing the person responsible with her bare hands. In some ways, finding Natsuno’s body whole had been in a relief, but it had also opened up all sorts of other unsettling possibilities.
Palamedes had taken a very long shower after that. And then he’d sat on his bed and stared at the wall for quite some time.
The next morning, Palamedes is looking a little paler than usual as he sits at a table in the buffet. The circles under his eyes are a little darker, too, and he grips his mug of tea a little more tightly than necessary. He may still be in mourning, but he has work to do. Whether temporary or permanent, the usual cycle of death and resurrection that has become expected on the ship has broken, and they need to spread the word before anyone else gets hurt. He is staring at a page of his notebook, trying to find the best way to word such a dire message, when he sees someone out of the corner of his eye.
Pal looks up sharply and for a long moment he just stares. When he speaks, it's with a discomforting sort of blankness.]
How very good of you to decide to join us.