Hm? [Skulduggery glances over to look at the picture of the planet, and catches Kratos's gestures.] Planet? You -- you're from another planet?
[It takes a second for the enormity of that statement to catch up with the fairly unthinking logic of charades translation.]
You're from another planet?
[This second time is more incredulous than anything Skulduggery has said thus far, including his reaction to Kratos being an angel. Angels, after a fashion, make sense. The Faceless Ones exist too, hitchhiking their way through hundreds of alternate dimensions. To an open-minded sorcerer, angels also existing is not outside the realm of possibility.
But angels from outer space?
That sounds like the premise of a bad science fiction movie.
The light turns green, and Skulduggery has to return his attention to driving. That doesn't mean he isn't very aware of Kratos sitting next to him, nor does it mean he isn't contemplating how he met Kratos -- cracking pavement after a fall from a very great height.]
no subject
[It takes a second for the enormity of that statement to catch up with the fairly unthinking logic of charades translation.]
You're from another planet?
[This second time is more incredulous than anything Skulduggery has said thus far, including his reaction to Kratos being an angel. Angels, after a fashion, make sense. The Faceless Ones exist too, hitchhiking their way through hundreds of alternate dimensions. To an open-minded sorcerer, angels also existing is not outside the realm of possibility.
But angels from outer space?
That sounds like the premise of a bad science fiction movie.
The light turns green, and Skulduggery has to return his attention to driving. That doesn't mean he isn't very aware of Kratos sitting next to him, nor does it mean he isn't contemplating how he met Kratos -- cracking pavement after a fall from a very great height.]