“How about what you had for breakfast this morning?”
“Honey Loops.”
“Well, there you go.”
“So now you believe I’m real?”
“Not in the slightest. I may have just made that up.”
“I found your skull – the one the goblins took. Fletcher used it as an Isthmus Anchor to open the portal and I came through to take you back.”
“My skull?”
“It makes sense, doesn’t it? It’s possible, right?”
“It’s … very possible actually.”
“Did you think of it? Did you imagine your skull could be used as an Anchor?”
“I didn’t, but then I have been preoccupied by the torture and the lack of good conversation.”
“So if this is something that you hadn’t thought of yet, how could I come up with it if I were just a figment of your imagination?”
“Well,” Skulduggery said slowly, “you could be a figment of my subconscious.”
“I’m not your subconscious. I’m Valkyrie. I’m real. And I’m here to rescue you.”
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