RT6

“Hachigen could explain it better’n I could, but to give you an idea of what that thing can do an’ what you need to do to bring it out…” Shinji trailed, “Well, uh, imagine the universe. Or, I guess, imagine a quilt. Or a shirt.”

“You’re not being very clear-”

“Shaddup. Hado Ninety, Black Coffin… it makes a container around a certain area an’ pokes a hole in the fabric in that area. Anythin’ inside of the container gets sucked away. When the container gets empty, the thing collapses on itself an’ seals the hole, stitching it back together again.”

“…What.” The thing Shinji was describing was so far outside of how the universe worked, so functionally alien to me, that I struggled to comprehend it in its entirety. Given a moment to understand what he was saying, Shinji had just explained to me that he threw the Ghost Rider into a black hole. The Ghost Rider disagreed with this and decided that singularities are for sissies before promptly wrecking the respective shit of everyone present.