[Kratos repeats those words to himself to ensure they encode in the cruxis crystal. Pity none of them overlaid the ones Skulduggery had used before. The sheer depth of vocabulary here is inefficient and incredible; Kratos can only imagine how Raine would react to it.
[Dublin. That sounded different to the others; more like the non-Sylvarant language Skulduggery had used earlier. And the sweeping way Skulduggery indicates their surrounds -- well, it's hard to tell whether he means the whole city, or just the nature of the avenue down which they're walking. Given the similarity to that first language, Kratos guesses he's referring to the city. Interesting, the difference; bilingal nation, at the very least.
[They're within range of the singing children, now. Kratos pauses by the window and can't help but smile at their happiness and the way they're bundled up in scarves and coats -- though not any more than would indicate they're used to the temperature.
[Then, as frequently happens, Kratos remembers that he missed this era of Lloyd's life, and his smile fades into an impassive kind of melancholy. He turns instead to the window to look at the lettered bunting hung behind the glass, and the decorated tree inside. There's sparkling ropes and baubles on the branches, and wrapped gifts at the base, and at the top --
[Kratos's eyebrows shoot up and then pull down in a frown nearly immediately after. There's an angel on the top of that tree. Turning to Skulduggery he points and asks:]
no subject
[Dublin. That sounded different to the others; more like the non-Sylvarant language Skulduggery had used earlier. And the sweeping way Skulduggery indicates their surrounds -- well, it's hard to tell whether he means the whole city, or just the nature of the avenue down which they're walking. Given the similarity to that first language, Kratos guesses he's referring to the city. Interesting, the difference; bilingal nation, at the very least.
[They're within range of the singing children, now. Kratos pauses by the window and can't help but smile at their happiness and the way they're bundled up in scarves and coats -- though not any more than would indicate they're used to the temperature.
[Then, as frequently happens, Kratos remembers that he missed this era of Lloyd's life, and his smile fades into an impassive kind of melancholy. He turns instead to the window to look at the lettered bunting hung behind the glass, and the decorated tree inside. There's sparkling ropes and baubles on the branches, and wrapped gifts at the base, and at the top --
[Kratos's eyebrows shoot up and then pull down in a frown nearly immediately after. There's an angel on the top of that tree. Turning to Skulduggery he points and asks:]
Angel?