Dark sarcasm remains the only way to get by here some days. Do dead universes even exist? How would one manage to track every world eater and move them all? But he's not going to argue that's any less possible than everything else he's suggested. It's all bad.
With Soldat apparently managing in the kitchen now that the spirit is fully distracted, and with his original question forgotten, Rosinante stands - or, well, falls out of his chair first, then stands - and sets the platter on top of the bar. "I'll ask around about what it takes to make one of those bombs. I like concrete solutions." And explosions.
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Dark sarcasm remains the only way to get by here some days. Do dead universes even exist? How would one manage to track every world eater and move them all? But he's not going to argue that's any less possible than everything else he's suggested. It's all bad.
With Soldat apparently managing in the kitchen now that the spirit is fully distracted, and with his original question forgotten, Rosinante stands - or, well, falls out of his chair first, then stands - and sets the platter on top of the bar. "I'll ask around about what it takes to make one of those bombs. I like concrete solutions." And explosions.