Num, I fear your brother does not have a built-in GPS. I'm sorry you had to learn like this.

Ísja stares at Num to collect his thoughts for a moment before looking away guiltily. Num grits his teeth.
NUM: "I knew it."
His grip on the scarf tightens.
NUM: "Ísja, please tell me you at least have some idea of where to go next."
ÍSJA: "I don't."
NUM: "...You don't."
ÍSJA: "No. We're completely lost."
The pair goes quiet.
Num, I fear your brother does not have a built-in GPS. I'm sorry you had to learn like this.
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