"You won't be able to escape," Ash hummed comfortably, openly admiring the labor of the medical practitioner as she busied herself in the treatment room, her body drenched in sweat and her hands stained with liquid.
"Don't be so deterministic, maybe there will be a miracle?" he suggested.
"Miracles are created by oneself, not to be expected from reality's pity," Siflin responded calmly. "In the Kingdom of Blood Moon, any transportation, consumption, or even wandering, requires verification of the Miracle Chip. That you managed to completely remove the Miracle Chip from your body in prison is impressive indeed, but it also means you've forfeited your right to live in modern society. You won't be able to enjoy any public facilities—your future is sleeping in cardboard boxes under bridges."
"I can live in the wild," he proposed.
