Master Benedict Cortez did not keep tinkering with the partially disassembled Dark Zephyr while he talked.
That would be disrespectful towards an ace pilot.
While a Master Mech Designer did not have to bow and scrape in front of a Saint, it was best not to cause needless offense to a powerhouse that could literally bend reality.
A few minutes after Saint Tusa arrived, he and Master Benedict moved to a rest corner and sat down on the couches.
A bot delivered a drink to Master Benedict, which he sipped with visible pleasure.
"Do you know what resonating exotics are or where they come from?"
"No." Tusa shook his head. "I have used them for years, but I never saw any reason to dive deeper into these questions. I am a pilot, not a mech designer."
"Well, have you heard of the theory that all exotics in the universe are originally the decayed remains of powerful life forms that have died many ages ago?"
"I have heard of it, Master."
