Sugar Bean Man leaned back slightly, looking as if he had a sudden realization.
"Randall, huh? Well, just like the rumors say, you and that old drunk get along quite well."
"An acquaintance?"
"Not really."
Sugar Bean Man swayed his pixelated head.
"We could strike up a friendship."
"Is it necessary? I'm practically half-dead."
"Heh heh heh, don't be so pessimistic, big guy, those corporate dogs don't know a damn thing; there are survival cases of Martyr GTX."
"..."
John frowned and couldn't help but look at him.
This was the first time someone said he could live.
"Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"Not exactly, it's all rumors. Back then, a badass Mercenary also installed a GTX, charged into the parliament building against the special task force... oh, it wasn't called that at the time."
"What was that person's name?"
"Martin Remington."
