"That old woman just had to do something unnecessary!"
If he weren't so badly injured and weak, Fu Tailan would have sat bolt upright in anger. "What's so wrong with letting the host kill Chaisi? If she saw someone swatting a cockroach, would she save it, too? In my opinion, Mai Mingle just has too much time on her hands, and now she's gone and exposed herself."
The gunshots from Blackmoor City still echoed faintly in the skies of the Nest.
Having finished his complaint, he looked for validation, turning to Coil. "Don't you think?"
The Resident of the Coil stared fixedly at the sky, not saying a word.
"Coil?" Fu Tailan called out to it.
It was strange, really…
Its head was just a messy, sloppily overlapping circle drawn with a ballpoint pen, neither perfectly round nor shaped like a human head. Beyond two black dots for eyes and a red line for a mouth, it had no other details; in fact, you could see a large patch of the sidewalk tiles right through it.
