"You've been staring at me for four hours. Aren't your eyes tired?"
Yawen opened her eyes and looked at Nomi, who was staring at her with her single eye wide open. Kindly, she advised, "Don't worry, I won't run away. You've already taken my Compressed Biscuit and Personal Terminal. Traveling through the Outland without a vehicle is no different from seeking death."
"Shut up." Nomi raised her wrench and pointed it at her, saying disdainfully, "There's not a single good thing among the Four Nations. You lackeys are exactly who the Rose Army kills."
"Mr. Li Aoz is also from the Four Nations, and he's from the thriving Red Arrow Empire. You seem to get along quite well with him."
Yawen spoke calmly. She noticed a flicker pass through Nomi's eyes, then blinked.
"Is it because you like him?"
"Go to hell, Frostplate Civilization! How could I possibly like that pretty-boy ornament with barely any muscle on him? Don't disgust me."
Nomi shuddered in revulsion. "We're only partners. We each get what we need, so we've called a temporary truce."
"Since the Rose Army can communicate and cooperate with people from the Four Nations, I don't think cooperating with Frostplate Citizens is necessarily impossible."
Before Yawen could finish, Nomi planted one foot on the car door beside her head. A savage smile appeared on the face hidden beneath bandages.
"Yeah, of course we can cooperate—after all, racially speaking, we're still compatriots!"
She lowered her head, her face twisting as the bandages showed faint signs of splitting.
"—My parents, my brothers and sisters, my mentors and comrades, all died at the hands of our compatriots! And now you're talking to me about cooperation? Then give their lives back!"
The knuckles around her wrench had turned white. Her eyes held nothing but