"The risk?" I growled. "The risk of what? I literally just said I wouldn't say anything!"
"I know, but…"
I clenched my fists as I looked at my right hand. "So what, you expect me to just stay here forever? Are you insane?!"
"I don't expect that," she said quickly. "But… I cannot let you go free either."
I groaned. "Oh, for fuck's sake… Fine. Then why don't you just wipe my damn memory or something?"
A long pause. Then, weakly, "I… I don't have such a technique…"
…Huh?
I blinked. "You don't?"
"I do not," she admitted. "I… I wish I did, but I do not."
I stared at my metal-covered hand in disbelief. "You're telling me you pulled me into this mess without even having a way to clean it up?"
"Don't look at me like that." Her voice was weak, almost sulking.
I took a deep breath. "What if I just leave?"
"You… you cannot."
I stiffened. "The hell do you mean?"
"You are trapped with me here."
