Lex thought for a moment. “Hmm…I believe it would have been what you call ‘ironic,’ right? Like, we just used one of our ultimate attacks, but oh noes! Here comes a whole ‘nother fleet to kill us!” He grinned behind his helmet like an excited child, overjoyed with his conjecture.
He didn’t bother correcting Lex’s grammar. Lex was a lost cause anyway, and Jonathan was entirely too fatigued to care. “Yes, and I suppose you would have defended yourself with this irony, then,” stated Connolly dryly.
“Well, no,” said Lex. “That’s when you would come in, my knight in shining armor, to save my ironically dying ass!” He slung a friendly arm around Connolly’s shoulders.
Connolly shrugged himself from underneath Lex’s arm. “Actually, no,” he said coldly.
--Lex Rhodes and Jonathan Connolly, Training, Part 2
Ironically yours,
la-fee-de-morte
