"Where's my iced coffee?" Neo complained indignantly from his stretcher. "Hey, I said, where's the director's iced coffee?"
"I didn't buy you one," Kallen replied. "You know how expensive everything in the teleportation magic formation hall's shops is. By an ordinary household's spending standards, you'd have to be out of your mind to shop here."
With that, Kallen took a sip of the coffee in his hand and frowned slightly. Ventura had added too much sugar.
"Kallen, don't you think you're going too far? Everyone has a drink, but when it comes to me, suddenly it's time to be thrifty?"
"I didn't buy you one because I was afraid whatever you drank would leak out. Don't you know how many holes you have in you right now?
"Right now, you have a body any gardener would envy, because you're a walking watering can."
"There's nothing I can do about that. Who knew that Torisa would attach such a disgusting type of power to his sword? It's seriously slowed my recovery. Otherwise, I'd have mostly recovered by now.
"Kallen, I'm very thirsty right now. I need something to moisten my mouth. I feel like if I touched my lips, I could tear the skin and flesh right off."
"Bear with it a little longer. Once we're back in the district and you're in the Church Hospital, you can have whatever you want to eat or drink. You'll have carers to clean up after you anyway."
"You make it sound like I'm eighty, bedridden, and unable to look after myself."
"Aren't you? You're even worse off than an old man like that."
"And you don't feel guilty treating me like this? Has your conscience been pickled in a vat of sauce?"
"Even your own son wouldn't want to look after you in