Sunny * Okay. Orright. * This is fine. * I've been in worse scrapes than this before. Sunny * ... * No I haven't. Sunny * Whatever. Eyes forward, feet moving. * Think think think. Sunny * Oi. You. Brave boy. * Get your arse up, you're helping me out of here. —Jiro— ... Okay → No Leave me here Sunny * ...I'm sorry, what? * Fuck else are you gonna do, dipshit, sit there until you starve to death!? —Jiro— ... You're right → That's the plan. Sunny * O-- oh. Sunny * Okay. —Polyta— Ngh!! —Polyta— I need to be more careful... I don't have enough potions to let myself be worn down like this. —Polyta— Where even am I? This architecture is nonsensical, and these traps are just... excessive. Like something out of one of Zabelle's wizard games... —Yuno— Hello? Hello?? —Polyta— Wait, that's--! —Yuno— Please, anyone?? —Polyta— Yuno?? —Yuno— POLYTA!!!