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"...Aoi-sama is still alive. His mental stability took a large downturn, however."
Yuzuru's eyes traveled from the suspended Mika to the tubes in the wall, and finally back to the chalices and corpses left behind.
"My apologies, but no."
"...I think I will decline to participate in this. At least for a while."
"This is just my personal feeling, but I am suspicious of this.
...and, this may sound callous, but there is no guarantee our blood truly will save him. I have never heard of a machine that transmutates blood from one type to another."
"...We do not know how much blood he needs, so this could be quite dangerous. May we use the blood of the...recently deceased?"
"...Excuse me, but donating blood is not so simple. First, we would need to know his type-"
"He is still breathing. It is shallow, but you can see how his chest rises and falls."
"Zero mentioned that this game was the 'first part'. There is also...an unaccounted for smell in this room, coming from the part still shrouded in darkness."
"..."
Yuzuru stared at the overloaded tablet in front of him, a thin trail of smoke coming from its charging port.
Zero lingered by Yuzuru's side just for a moment before turning on his heel and retreating back into the darkness.
"..."
Yuzuru reached for the golden goblet, plucking it out of Zerowo's gloved grasp.
"Gold."
Yuzuru didn't move from his seated position, balling his hands into fists on top of his legs. He stared up at Zero's mask as if attempting to read it like a face.
"You...are you-"