"I still can't see why we had to burn the house, Dear," the former Primzahl commented. "We could've just left it and nobody would've noticed."
"It's still a risk leaving it," I explained as I sheathed my sword and hefted my sack again. "We might've missed something that we should've thrown out. Not to mention any other prototypes that we couldn't bring with us."
Not entirely the truth since any prototype that I didn't pack was bound to be a defective piece of shvt, but the potential of any scrawled or written idea somewhere in that house ending up in enemy hands was something I absolutely did not want to happen. Also...
Fvck... I really am pretty stupid, huh...
"Anyway, we really need to move," I stressed out as I glanced at the smoke cloud going higher into the air. "You take point, Aria. You know the way."
"Of course," the bluenette shrugged as she assumed her role.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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