The Super Council was rarely a place of quiet discussion. Gertand looked around the room to see several small conversations happening at once, most increasing in volume the longer they lasted. He had been confronted by Kay again earlier, and had decided to sit apart and have a drink.
'The destruction of the world was a tragedy that can't be fully reconciled, it is too big, even for us 'Supers'. The destruction of most of the world's supply of single malt scotch though, is a tragedy that is both inconsequential and relatable,' Gertand thought, gently swirling a precious ounce of a good Lagavulin. Gertand had a lot on his mind, not just from the issues the council was discussing. Major Damien had updated him just before this session.
