There was something Nyx believed happened between soldiers. There was this unspoken bond. When fighting in conflict, no matter the conflict, you saw things and people who saw similar horrors could relate. War was war in any language. That is something that spoke volumes.
"I suppose, if I am to go out with a bang... better make a big one?"
Nyx followed the blast and raised a brow and looked back. "First." Nyx searched for his words. "What powers you. What gives you that." He was seriously curious, because she could what he had science all she wanted, he knew where the powers came from, and it wasn't something scientific.
"Second. Don't you have enough holes in your building?"