In the long-missed coolness, Badia took a seat and rested for quite a while before pulling out a water flask, drinking gingerly as if reluctant to consume too quickly.
Curled up further inside, K had also somewhat reluctantly pushed over a small bowl filled with segmented snake meat: "Can't cook, so just make do."
"Thank you... K..." Badia, however, seemed distressed, with sadness welling up in her blue eyes, "I'm sorry..."
"Apologize for what? You haven't done anything wrong," K stretched her legs, awkwardly adjusting her position as she spoke.
"But I always feel... something's not right..." Badia grabbed some snake meat, chewed with big bites, and sobbed, "I can't quite explain why... but... it's not right..."
"Look at that, even you can tell something's not right. It just shows how serious this damn place's situation must be," K snorted with a laugh, freely criticizing:
"A bunch of pampered fools, and an old bitch full of malice.
