"Perfect.” It’s as close to his normally silky purr as he can manage, but it still sounds like someone tossed his vocalizer into a wood-chipper. Tarn remains completely still as Brainstorm sets to work on his measurements. He wants this to be flawless.

“It needs to be able to kill the deathless. I seem to have made enemies with an adversary who is self-healing. This weapon should ideally be able to at least provide lasting damage.”

Tarn realizes that this may be an impossible order, but he needs to at least try. Besides, Brainstorm has made quite the reputation for himself, and if anyone can make this weapon, Brainstorm is the one.

He decides to keep the flattery to himself.