"Eito! We're here! And yes, gojo, I know it's a trap and yes, I know you're the strongest here and yes, I know you have a plan. But you know, I'm not going home without my student, no matter what kind of drug addiction happens here," Mui confidently stated, moving forward like it was going forward.
Gia watches Mui march toward the peak like she's got a cursed technique called Zero Chill.
And honestly? He's kind of turned on.
But also deeply concerned.
"This isn't a drug ring, Mui," he mutters, striding after her with lazy power in each step. "This is worse. This is meaning. That mountain runs on metaphors. The cars? They're regrets. The fog? Lost futures. And that smell?"
He wrinkles his nose.
"That's not meth-lab fumes. That's nostalgia"