After a few minutes of hard thinking, he still didn't get any answers. Despite a quick scan, he saw nothing changing on the battlefield; everything remained the same as it was moments ago. Raj's Avenger was still on the Minotaur's forward left flank, taking down ships at the same pace. Damien's squadron was doing the same, though a bit slower.
Black Wing sighed, a sound of pure helplessness. "Sometimes, I really do wonder just how someone with this sort of brain can possess such a level of talent—and naturally, at that. It would be understandable if the talent was cultivated, like that of those few chosen from the Earth Lineage."
"I truly wonder what Imperial Commander Kallus sees in you, other than this stupidly high, nonsensical talent of yours. Calling you a walnut-head would be an insult to walnuts. Yes, thanks to your top-level talent, your comprehension is good—but only for that. Battle intent is something you excel at. Otherwise? Everything about you is dumb."
