There is strength in delicate things.
"I feel the recoil of the weapon and loosen my grip. The more I fight it, the more it fights me.
"I choose to let it lead.
"It finds the milky cores and bursts them with a satisfying combustion, radiolarian fluid glinting in the light. It guides me as I support it.
"We work in tandem, a brilliant dance of destruction, leaving nothing but ruin in our wake. Nothing can stop this union."