"Wake up! Bola! You're sleeping way too deeply!"
Blue Jade completely abandoned her previous aloof image. To wake Bola up, she kept thinking of words, throwing them out frantically.
"Could Lorenzo be right? Are you really a fetishist? Are you planning to spend your life with that gun?"
It's all Bola's damn fetish's fault; he insists on clutching that gun even while sleeping. Blue Jade couldn't pry his fingers open with just one hand. If she had that gun, her situation might have been a lot better.
One of her hands was injured and immobile, so she had to keep stabbing out with the Folding Blade. Amid this relentless battle, the hatch had become riddled with holes, teetering on the brink of collapse, seemingly moments away from being breached by demons.
When the time comes, Blue Jade and Bola would be like sardines in a can, left at the mercy of the demons' tasting. In such a cramped space, they would have no room to dodge or maneuver.
