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Alright, no shovel then. "I'm sorry. If that creature was intelligent then I just feel wrong about cutting it up like that without its consent. But... I'll do this. Without a shovel." He looked at the large root and thought for a moment. His power wasn't exactly strong enough for this so he was going to have to use something in his bag of trusty items. He set it down and started rummaging through them, eventually pulling out his trusty swiss army knife.

While not exactly perfect for cutting a thick root, it was better than nothing. So he started cutting back and forth. With the size of the root, it didn't look like he was getting much done, but he was in fact getting it cut little by little.

Finally, after going at it for a fairly long period of time, he made it through and the root was cut. With just one root cut, he fell back and took some time to catch his breath.

Four more... Alby was sure he could do at least another one or two, but four was going to be exhausting. Either way, he was determined. Even if the work was horrible and Index seemed to barely care for him anymore, he'd do a bang up job.

And so he got to work. He found the next root right away and repeated his process, although a little slower now since he was already tired and trying to pace himself on top of that. And after yet another long period of time, there was another cut root and an even more exhausted Alby.

His body kinda wobbled, but he didn't take much more than a few seconds before heading over to the next root. This one was even larger than the last two and with his slow pace it took about as long as the other two combined. But once again, he cut it. He could hardly feel his arms at this point, but again only caught his breath for a moment before finding the next.

He repeated this, with the situation looking more impossible with every root, but by some miracle he actually cut them all with his little knife. Even if it did take forever.

After the last one, he leaned against the side of the room. He'd let Index know he was done after he'd caught his breath a little more.

Alby had caught his breathe, and was starting to look a little less red, but before he could tell Index that he was finished, they went ahead and dismissed him. A thank you certainly would’ve been nice, especially after how much effort he’d put in. However, he supposed he wasn’t in a place to expect that after having wimped out of the original task.

“Oh, alright then.” He picked his back up and slung it around his back before looking at the exit. “Uh, are you perhaps, able to carry me back out?”