Once the two of them moved back to the crack in the Wall, the Repairman and Marie carefully opened the red toolbox. It still flipped open far faster than he would have expected. Even the cart was lighter when they pulled it over; it barely resisted at all, and they actually had to stop it before it plowed into them.

“Eugh, what happened here?!” the Marie half exclaimed, looking in. “It’s a mess!”

“Well, it works,” the Repairman half said defensively. “As long as I get my tools out, it’s fine.”

Marie grumbled, but watched as they somehow dug a hammer, several boards, and plenty of nails out of the incomprehensible pile inside the box. She could have sworn they put their hand way further into the toolbox than was possible…

No matter. They still had a Wall to fix. They moved to the crack, held one of the boards up, and…

“Hey! I got this!”

“W-what?” Marie asked, dropping the board. It landed softly in the sand.

“I got this! Just go and…keep…”

He stopped, feeling his sister’s quiet anger. He sighed, realizing how stupid what he said was.

“…Just…I got this, okay?”

Marie rolled her eyes. Fine, fine. Not allowed to do her job even when stuck to her brother? It was fine. No, really.

The Repairman tried to lift the board back up, but his arms felt heavy all of a sudden. He could barely get a grip on the board, much less pick it up.

“H-hey, you don’t have to hamper me!”

“I’m doing nothing,” Marie said, bringing the amalgamation’s hands up defensively. “You told me you got this, so…”

“Ha ha. Yeah, don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing…”

“For the last time, I’m not replacing you!”

“Why else would they send someone to compete with me?”

“…If I wanted to replace you, why would I try to get you out of the blender? Why would I even risk…this…happening?”

The blended blob shook, and the Repairman could feel tears on them. He was silent for a while, staring at the board.

“…You know,” he finally sighed, “if we’re stuck together like this, I guess…I could use the extra hand…”

He looked at their right arm, and how it had two “hands” at the end.

“…Th-thank you for trying to save me from that…”

The board could not have been held back into place faster if it was given ten energy drinks.