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City 045 West Warehouse, 03:41 a.m.
Leaving the conservation area in City 043, they cross past several collapsed roads and buildings attacked by the Corrupted and Hetero-Creatures until finally arriving at their destination in City 045 five and a half hours later.
Watanabe's situation isn't looking good either, but at least they promised to send a doctor and even offered to take in some refugees if the situation takes a turn for the worse. Thanks for letting me use your terminal.
Shrek terminates the call and hands the terminal back to Lee.
You said you were going to call the Forsaken to send someone over, but you obviously didn't have a way of reaching them.
I did just now, didn't I?
He points at Lee's terminal matter as if stating the obvious.
People need to rely on each other to survive in this world, so we can't just think about what we have. At a time like this, even more so.
He gestures to Lee, who gives him a dull look.
Want any more platitudes? I've got a hundred of 'em.
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Just be more prepared next time before making promises.
Considering how many accidents we've had recently, what would you have done if you couldn't reach them?
Nonsense. I trust you guys.
It's fine, Lee. Doesn't matter whose terminal he uses as long as everything works out.
How are things with you, Liv?
I checked everyone's vitals and re-bandaged everyone's wounds that opened up from all the bumps along the way.
Sorry for writing in your book, Shrek...
She returns the book titled "Comfort for the Soul" back to Shrek, now full of medical notes.
It's okay. Books are used for recording information. I've gotten what I need from it anyway.
Also... Akane...
I know I promised to make an identical rabbit doll for you, but...
It's okay... Miss Liv... I understand...
I only had time to make you a small one on the way here. If I return to City 043's conservation area, I'll make another one for you. Okay?
Really?! THANKS!
Alright, let's go back and get the other wounded.
You're not going to tell us how you are doing?
Huh? You mean... my leg? I can manage...
But what's with all the vital fluid?
I already re-bandaged it. I'm good to go.
If you can't take it anymore, let me know. I'll carry you.
Okay... Thank you, Lucia.
Oh, when is the Forsaken doctor going to be here?
A day or so. We're not exactly close.
If that's the case... You'll have to care for the wounded until then. I need to go back and escort the rest of the wounded.
Okay, I'll take it from here. You should get going.
