"We just lost our two best detectives!" he barked, Clarabelle flinched.
"You would do the same too if your best friend died!" she countered. "And he'll come back, sooner or later."
"When hopeless and Larrikin died none of us had time to mourn or flee. We accepted and fought-"
"We're not fighting now, though." she looked at him, her face flush from her short rant. "Look, I'm sure you mourned after the war, why can't Skulduggery do it now?"
"The war will never end." he responded.
"Did you ever lose your family? In front of you? Twice?" she turned her heel and started walking. Triumphant that she won the argument, Clarabelle smirked and made her way to the infirmary.
Everyone seemed gloom and slum. Nye was ordering some doctors "… I don't care what you do to it, just-"
"What are you talking about? The arrow?" Clarabelle walked over, reaching for the paperwork on the arrow.
"Not exactly." It said, sounding irritated, "Yes, the arrow and it's paperwork, I need them burned, or thrown away."
"What the hell? No! Skuld- I'll find someone to investigate it, Nye."
"No, Eld-" it faltered, "Just get rid of it, OK?"
She nodded, "Oh, let me, then." she grabbed it, taking great care of the arrow, and shuffled out. Eld?, she thought, What on Earth was Nye saying? Eld. she frowned, frustrated that she couldn't find something.
"Clarabelle, dear," Madame Mist politely asked, "can you get Nye to come here?"
Without looking, she said, "Right away, Elder Mist." she froze Elder, elder, elder! But which one? Clarabelle smiled and walked into a closet and placed the arrow and paper behind some cleaning supplies. She then ran back and got Nye to obey Mists' words. She stalked behind, spying on them.
"… I don't care, Nye, she must go." Mist ordered. Clarabelle frowned, who was she?
"Why?" it defended.
"Why? She's reckless! She killed Cain and made Pleasant flee!" she snapped in her loudest whisper possible.
"Clarabelle is a remarkable assistant." remarkable, Nye actually thought that? Clarabelle slightly smiled. "I see no reason of this, Cain's death was not avoidable and we should've accepted the fact that he left."
"Nye, it's your job or hers."
"Before I make up my mind, I must know the real reason."
"She's getting too, too…" her nose cringed, "It's not my jurisdiction, Nye, now do it." Clarabelle slightly whimpered and stepped out.
"Clarabelle?" it said.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done this." and she walked out.
Any victim ideas for Sweeney's not killing? I feel soo bad about killing the important people off.