....sooo do you actually have a plan for that.......?

Ísja looks around, trying to find Num.
ÍSJA: Num?
He spots Num out of the corner of his eye. Num is groggy, still in the process of waking up.
ÍSJA: Num, are you awake?
NUM: Ugh...
ÍSJA: Oh, thank the Saints. I think they took Nené's scarf.
Num looks slightly ill.
NUM: That explains why I feel so gross. My head's pounding.
ÍSJA: That smell probably isn't helping, either.
NUM: Aye, yeah. What is that? Some kinda chemicals?
Num scowls.
NUM: ...I can't believe I let us get caught.
ÍSJA: No, it's not your fault. There was no way for us to know she can use magic well.
Ísja frowns and looks away from Num.
ÍSJA: If anyone's to blame, it's me. I should've backed you up somehow.
NUM: Absolutely not. You know how risky that would've been.
ÍSJA: Maybe it would've turned out okay this time.
NUM: I'd be shocked. When have you ever had good control over your ice magic.
Ísja's brow furrows even more.
ÍSJA: You're right. Sorry.
NUM: Don't apologize. We'll get out of this somehow.
NUM: I'm guessing they took Nen's satchel, too?
Ísja looks surprised, then looks down, finally noticing that the satchel is no longer slung across his chest. His eyes go wide.
ÍSJA: Oh no!
NUM: Don't panic. The way I see it, it's another reason to get out of here. We'll show them what we're really made of.
....sooo do you actually have a plan for that.......?
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