Ats eeing the black hole, Vorandril raised an eyebrow and tilted his head ever so slightly, "You mean deathtraps? Hehehehe."
There was really not much of a point to lingering on the talk of what she'd been out doing. It was obvious she wasn't particularly keen on talking about it as it was, so his smirk stayed right where it was as he continued, "One dimensional, strong gravitational pull for their mass, not necissarily the galaxy destroying doom-spots that we thought they were back in the 21st century. What about 'em hun?"
Fighting to your last breath is a benchmark, not a goal.
