"The eye of the storm," Tarantulas mutters thoughtfully. "Yes, it does feel like that. A place of relative calm, surrounded by danger on all sides...like my Tor..." He sighs heavily. "I used to have a high, secret place where I could work on my research in peace. A fortress and laboratory at once...but it was destroyed. Torn apart from the inside out." His voice comes out bitterly ironic as he adds, "I do hope that won't prove to be prophetic."

Maybe you should avoid swallowing bombs in the future, Tarantulas. Just a thought.