[ Gil catches the queen piece with ease, momentarily pleased to note that the general collapse of the chess set doesn't seem to have damaged it.... until he remembers that he's dead and none of these are real items. Ah, well.

It still reflects the light from the equally fake fluorescents quite nicely as he turns it in his hands. ]

Your world would be quite spectacular... for a moment, at least.

[ He'd like to watch Rau's smile as he beholds the nuclear explosions. Which is an awful thought to have, and he's not saying it out loud. ]

But you're right, I just can't warm up to the idea. Malicious glee does not delight me often.