[ What else indeed. Miles curls in a bit on himself, looking at the ground. He's already tried to figure out ways to save his district's doomed capital. And come up with nothing feasible. ]
Nuclear weapons. [ Echoing Wash's thoughts. ] It's still glowing in the dark eighty years later.
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Nuclear weapons. [ Echoing Wash's thoughts. ] It's still glowing in the dark eighty years later.