"Miss Carter, it seems our luck is a bit rotten, huh? We barely made it past a Tier 3 Catastrophe. If we continue like this, I reckon even getting back to Lion City alive will be hard..."
"Heh, don't give me that look. I've always been incredibly lucky. Maybe you should look for a reason within yourself."
"Or maybe you should go yourself? Your injuries are lighter than mine, and you would probably be safer without me dragging you down."
"So which one do you want: 'I'm leaving. You're going to die. You've helped me. I won't abandon you'; or, 'My fate is tied to yours. Our only chance is to cooperate'?"
"Hahaha, I'll go with the first...Puh..."
"..."
Leonard Churchill attempted to laugh, but couldn't help himself and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Under the fallen wall of a ruined building in the city.
Two ragged figures had been hiding for quite some time.
They made small talk, trying to make the best of a bad situation.
They had been making good progress initially.
