"Yep," Dave sighed, rubbing his fingers into his eyes under his shades. He took a seat on the ground beside the alchemiter with the soda between his knees, turning one of the alchemized chips over in his fingers. It really wouldn't have bothered him so much, he was certain, if it weren't for the fact that he knew it was inevitable, even if he didn't know for certain how the end would come. His stomach plummeted sickly at the thought. "Well, you're not. But the rest of us, we're straight-up fucked. More fucked than Jake Bass' asshole and this shit's goin' in dry."