[Mai shakes her head quickly, and pulls another one from her pockets. It's a pineapple.] They're not all oranges. There are all sorts of different types. And ones that are lab-made, I think. And... [And ones that a mysterious DJ conjures out of nowhere and hands to you. She looks away and lets out a breath, reminded of how tired she is and how overwhelming things are becoming.]

...The cracks are just going to keep opening. They're going to cover the entire planet soon. And they've said there's no way to stop it. Except... [Aaah, it sounds silly to have to explain it to someone.]