The Trio (after battle)

Okay, let's look at the map again.

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Charon, can you please focus?

A question reared its head as I stared at the trio arguing over the map once again.

<This bus was made specifically for Limbus Company, right?>

It was made exclusively for us, to be more precise.

Isn't that basically what I said?

You don't appear to be catching the nuance.

<... That's weird, I don't think I spoke that part out loud.>

Is the clock broken or something?

I can tell as much without hearing it verbalized.

There is nothing that Faust doesn't know, after all.

<Anyway, it must've taken a long while to get it out of the oven. Especially with that... "mouth" on the side.>

It only took the expected amount of time.

<……>

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She's downright oppressive to talk to.

Faust is a well-renowned genius. She knows the ins and outs of the City.

Oi, if you're so smart, why don't you help those twits at the driver's side figure out the way. Can't sleep a wink with their constant bickering.

Faust is no meddler. She answers questions, but doesn't intervene without being asked first.

Additionally, there is no greater joy for a human being than to ponder on problems in order to grasp an answer. Faust would rather not spoil that delight.

He wouldn't get it. I doubt he's pondered on anything ever.

I saw Heathcliff's grip on the bat tighten, however...

... with Vergilius casting a glare his way, he clicked his tongue as he crossed his arms and forced his eyes shut.

<I wonder why they're always so prickly...>

Huh. You and me both, Manager Bud. You and me both.

With Gregor quietly snickering, the bus resumed its ride.