“So wait, that thing you found does… what?” “It fires black holes.” “No it doesn't.” “Oh yeah. It does. Actual, tiny, bullet-sized black holes.” “Did you tell the others?” “Only that I found some weird gun in some overgrown tunnel back on Old Chicago. And that my Ghost was all, “THIS is why we were led here...'” “Yours talks that way too?” “What do you think?” “OK, OK, but the gun—are you going to tell them?” "Yeah, definitely." "When?" "Crucible." "Oh no." "Oh, yes."