the skull said. “So…what shall we talk about? I know! Lockwood. He’s in his element now, isn’t he? Enemies closing in. Endgame afoot. Nice for him! He’s chirpy.” “Nonsense. He’s worried sick, like the rest of us.” “Is he? Then he hides it well. If it was me, I’d say he’s more than content with the way it’s going. Suits the trajectory he’s been on ever since his parents croaked. Oh, you can pout all you want, but you know it’s true. Going out in a pointless blaze of glory is just how he’d like it: saves him the hassle of doing the boring, complex stuff—you know, like going on living.” The face
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