"You know if you didn't run from everything slightly bigger than you, you'd keep more knives right? And [i]re-use[/i] them." Laurian, even though being a newly created ghost, had developed a love for gloating. To anyone, it's believed he once mouthed off to the speaker. "Listen if I didn't run I'd make more work for you, besides, consider this recycling." He tore a metal plate off the side of a crashed fallen skiff, tying it to another mass of metal on the back of his sparrow. So far he had enough metal to make about 30 knives, but the way he used them most disintegrate, or explode shortly after leaving his hand. "How do the fallen get their hands on so much stuff? They don't have much supply lines because of the vanguard, but they keep getting a steady influx of tech." "I don't know but could you hurry up, I'm getting odd readings here, I think we should split." "Laurian, you're being paranoid, I killed everything within 5 km, plus the beacons haven't gone off." "I would listen to your little light" an exo woman wearing a makeshift cloak seemed to step out of the space between spaces. If an exo could defecate, kaize would have. Laurian chuckled, and muttered, "Twinkle twinkle a****le"