[A chatterer. This will be interesting; Colette and Lloyd were Kratos's first experiences with chatterers in a while. At least Skulduggery, being obviously older, is aware enough to know when talking isn't useful.

[The repeated words makes Kratos let out a tiny huff of exasperated amusement, however. He can hear the similarities, but how many words does one language need for a single object, even related ones? It's ... oddly wonderful, actually. It's been such a long time since Kratos has had the need or space to indulge in the use of language. Even that had been co-opted by Cruxis's goals, with the need for angelic.

[It reminds him of his long-ago days, standing on a stage and sparring with his cast-mates in an escalating medley of verbal rhythm.

[It was so very long ago.

[Kratos repeats those words, and then starts walking once more toward the street at the end, pointing to the pavement under his feet.]

Pavement.