oh, but wasn’t life so PRECIOUS ? were they not BROTHERS ? didn’t they LOVE each other ?
ah, but what a great PITY , because POWER was so much important .
& yet , more important was standing for what you BELIEVED in .
And that was what he had done . he had stood unwavering in his faith . he had believed in a vision.
and that vision had been a success. oh, but what a success . one paved with the blood of his brothers.
He knew that what he had done , what he had planned, had been WRONG , morally speaking . he knew that . he just didn’t feel regretful about it, per se. But that feeling was slowly being replaced by something akin to G U I L T , as he stared into those all too familiar golden eyes.
Ones that he had been under the impression had closed p e r m a n e n t l y .
( goddammit. couldn’t these fucks stop going to the skulduggery pleasant school of returning from the dead ? was asking them to STAY dead too much ? )
‘ Erskine. It’s.. it’s, good to see you, old friend. ’ unless dear Ravel had also been dealt with a solid bout of amnesia , that sentence alone was likely to add another attempted murder on his list .
( backtrack. now. )
‘ I didn’t really expect you here. ’
( o h , fuck it. he had carriba around ; who was a built-in bodyguard in her own right. ) ( ‘sides, he was anton fucking shudder. erskine didn’t stand a chance ; never had. not while shudder was alert, and ready to fight. )