The silence that followed the System's admission stretched on.
'You're kidding me.'
He looked at the cart where Rebecca slept, then back at the empty space where the blue screen had been, his entire body aching with broken arms and ruined plans, all because the god-forged entity in his soul was apparently just shy.
'This is the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my entire life.'
He looked down at his two swollen and completely useless limbs, unable to even make a proper fist, let alone apply a splint to the broken bones grating against each other.
'Right, my arms.'
He walked over to the supply sacks on the cart, and located the small wooden box from Alfred.
He nudged the small wooden medical box with his foot, then knelt and tried to jimmy the metal latch with the side of his hand, but a sharp, grinding pain shot up his arm without the latch moving in the slightest.
'This is ridiculous.'
