"Third drawer. Don't bother with them, though, I've got no ammunition. Also, any death is temporary, so. It won't help anything in the long run."

Just in case somebody was thinking of killing himself... or somebody else. Skulduggery heaves a sigh, which is accompanied by an undeniably tired headshake. "It's not so bad," he comments, partially to reassure himself and maybe a little to reassure Lucius. "Of course, the entire situation is absolutely wretched, and we're all likely going to die repeatedly at the whims of the sadistic being who brought us here, but..."

Um. He had a point here, he's sure of it. Man, he should probably plan out these pep talks more.

"The point is, despite the situation, we aren't alone here. It might seem like a hopeless situation, but it isn't. Not as long as we remember to stick together."