[ Blake absorbs that quietly. As she thinks, she turns to the cyborg half-melted into the giant ribcage, and starts searching it for a sheath to the dagger that was clutched in its hands. With the amount of combat they're seeing every week, more weapons aren't a bad idea.
Finally, she ventures: ]
Do you think we can assume that this First Impact, whatever it was, was what made this world this way?
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Finally, she ventures: ]
Do you think we can assume that this First Impact, whatever it was, was what made this world this way?