His voice came out of the darkness, confirming what she already knew. She sheathed her sword and sighed heavily, "Considering what I was wearing the last time you saw me, you might consider me overdressed."

It was a weak attempt at lightening the otherwise considerably dark circumstances, but she had nothing better and Skulduggery had yanked all the fight out of her with his interrogation. She shook her head, still watching the souls as they drifted, aimlessly through the prison. "It shouldn't be like this, not on the living plane. The suffering shouldn't linger, the anguish shouldn't hang in the air and the dead shouldn't be walking the hallways."