Raine didn't know who was wearing the armour either, it seemed. That was annoying.

Skulduggery was about to ask if she'd ever heard the person within speak, but stopped himself before he could. It was a pointless question. Chances were, she hadn't; if the person in the armour had a distinctive voice, it was something Raine would have mentioned. So he simply nodded his thanks to her, glanced at Solomon, and shrugged. "Curiosity. I have far too much of it for my own good. Can't you tell? It killed me."

Did he care whether Wreath would exercise a modicum of common sense? No, Skulduggery decided; he didn't. Wreath was getting the healing he needed, and more besides. What he did from this point on was completely up to him.

"Unless you need me for anything else," Skulduggery added, "I'll be off."