"C'mon Rue, I'll guess it eventually anyways." Vex pleaded to his fellow Dead Man. Vex was running out of ideas and Saracen knew it.
Rue sighed. "Have you ever heard of Derek Landy?" He asked hesitantly. How could Rue explain how he knew what he did. How could he tell Vex one Sunday morning when he experienced the surge he found out the plot of the Skulduggery Pleasant series. Everyone thought he was such a bad••• laughing while he writhed in pain; but really he thought the books we funny. How could he admit to his friends he knew it from the start that Skulduggery would betray them, that so many friends were going to die, that he couldn't give information except that which the books said he gave, that he couldn't fight destiny, even to save so much heart ache.
"Should I have?" Vex asked perplexed. Should he know that their fates were always predetermined? Shouuld he know that their existence was a work of fiction? Should the world have to face what Saracen faced; face that every moment of their lives happened for the entertainment of a bunch of people who just think their struggle is simply the plot of book some say is Harry Potter with more government and more jokes? No, no one deserves to come to that realization. Not just so they can "know things". No, he can't tell anybody the source of his information. No.
"No, not really." Saracen replied a little sadly, before he walked off into the distance.