"Given the way things have been going, that seems likely," Soma said, nodding to Celestia. "I guess that means we need to get to work on figuring out the new world. And whatever comes after it."

He returned the small knife he'd drawn when Wash tensed up to his pocket, relaxing his own tensed muscles as he did. It was hard to read body language in someone wearing that much armor, but what he'd seen did not bode well for when they gathered all the pieces together.