"...That's impossible."
"Huh?" Lin Sanjiu was taken aback.
"It's not that I don't want to lend it to you," Bohemia said, her expression uncharacteristically serious, her long, golden-brown hair and matching eyes shimmering with a faint luster. "But I can't just give this thing to you."
"Think again! It's the only way I can think of," Lin Sanjiu said, her voice laced with anxiety. "Without it, we're both going to die here today!"
Bohemia's face fell. She chewed on her full, pink lips for a moment. "Even if you say that, it's not like I... Oh, maybe there is one way—no, no, it's too risky."
Lin Sanjiu raised her hand and gestured emphatically toward the instance owner and the large spheres in the distance.
"Riskier than this?" she raised her voice.
"It's... it's about on par..."
"Forget 'on par.' I can tell you're just making excuses. If you don't lend it to me, we're going to die together!"
Bohemia's face scrunched up as if she'd just eaten a particularly sour lemon.
