Eight Minutes

There was a pause as Borsalino seemed to decide what words to use. “Ne, Saka-san, did you know that because of the distance of the sun to our world, the sun could disappear one day and we wouldn’t know for eight minutes?”“Is this some kind of prelude to your sappy lines, Borsalino?” He growled, looking away from the man before him. “Can’t you see I have work to be done?”“The world will have no warning.” Borsalino continued, “It’s been theorized that there will be a massive explosion, a cataclysmic event that can wipe all life from the world.”A heavy feeling settled in Sakazuki’s chest. “What are you doing, Borsalino?” He asked, standing from his chair. “You’re hiding something.”“I’m giving you a warning, Sakazuki.”