The Tuberculosis Rabbit shook its head and denied, "Even under those special circumstances, this vehicle is completely unusable."
"That's true."
Sword Without End also nodded in agreement, "After all, it doesn't even have a shell; if it hits a sparrow, that would already call for a feast."
"No, what I mean is that the wheels embedded in its limbs are too small. If it were me, using this vehicle while lying on the ground would cause it to wear out due to its size."
Having said that.
The Tuberculosis Rabbit then put on a pretense and sighed, "Alas, you probably can't understand my feelings—after all, never mind, it feels like I'm hitting you where it hurts, doesn't it?"
"..."
Only then did Sword Without End, who finally grasped the Tuberculosis Rabbit's meaning, respond expressionlessly after a long silence, "In that case, I'm even more suited for this prop. After all, mine is so hard it could actually serve as a hand brake."
