But damn, the pilot of that mecha would really have to forget the meaning of covert operations and camouflage.
Killian certainly hadn't been exaggerating when he compared it to the sun.
The thing was bright.
Ridiculously bright.
Possibly brighter than his future.
Then again, it seemed to compensate in other ways. Hiding while piloting that thing would be nearly impossible, but at least whenever a flash-bang was needed, all the pilot had to do was show up and the problem would solve itself.
Naturally, those were thoughts Killian kept entirely to himself, especially when faced with those who had already chosen to train their eyeballs to see otherwise.
With such people standing behind Luca and Ollie like guard hounds, voicing those thoughts out loud felt like an excellent way to end up with his head mounted on a pike somewhere.
But little did they all know about a little nifty thing about Zelunium.
