Miles lets out a hoarse, hollow laugh. Bolt out of the blue -- that was Clark, wasn't it? Supposed to be, anyway. But after a point, after he and Clark had had it out with each other over Miles's admittedly childishly resentful behavior after his revival, he didn't have it in him to hold it against Clark anymore. He didn't want to. Himself, on the other hand...
"Oh, yes," he says, although there's little about his tone or his sudden, deeply ironic smile that's actually comforting. The warmth of the maple mead is really settling in, now, tingling at his fingertips. "Not the way you did, though. Clark eventually helped subdue Bruce, put him in some cage specially engineered by the other crew -- but that was it for Caducus Primary. Between the core shattering and its on-planet Ingress being destroyed, it all just...imploded in on itself." He drums his fingertips on his lap, staring at his mostly-empty cup. "My body went with it."
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"Oh, yes," he says, although there's little about his tone or his sudden, deeply ironic smile that's actually comforting. The warmth of the maple mead is really settling in, now, tingling at his fingertips. "Not the way you did, though. Clark eventually helped subdue Bruce, put him in some cage specially engineered by the other crew -- but that was it for Caducus Primary. Between the core shattering and its on-planet Ingress being destroyed, it all just...imploded in on itself." He drums his fingertips on his lap, staring at his mostly-empty cup. "My body went with it."