At that, Solomon couldn't help but laugh, and bitterly. Once upon a time he would have disagreed, because while it was true that Skulduggery didn't hold many in high regard he was also the sort to gather up debts from others. Now? Now Solomon knew otherwise. Skulduggery was indebted beyond anything anyone knew. "He likes to pretend he's an objective observer," Solomon said with a twisted smile, "but he isn't."

The massacre wasn't news. Solomon had been able to tell that. He'd also been able to tell that there had been blood-magic involved, because there weren't many things which could actively bind spirits to locations or objects. Even by accident, such a thing involved remains.

It was the fact that they had bound themselves to a person which was curious, and that Bakura's use of magic influenced them. He watched the shimmer of the aura settle impassively. A blood-bond would certainly explain that. Possibly it also had something to do with the glowing item Solomon had glimpsed under his shirt on their first meeting.

"My father and half his estate were murdered in front of me," he said matter-of-factly. It was a very old scar, but it still left a twinge in his chest. "Such is life." He smiles, but ironically. Bitterly. "Such is death."