"...and then Belle, that bastard, looks me right in the eye and says — you look like someone who will die first. Let's be friends. Can you believe him?!"
The sounds of laughter filled the private booth as Luster waved his empty glass in the air.
"Because having me around meant that he would not be the first, you see! What kind of messed-up logic is that?!"
He put his glass down and huffed a few times.
Luster was pretty fired up, but his excitement slowly drained away. He stared at the table for a short while, and then said in a much more withdrawn tone:
"Hell. Now I feel kind of guilty for not staying with him until the end. Maybe if I did, he would have really been alive today."
Sunny, Jet, Kim, Luster, and Quentin — they were all that remained of the First Irregular Company. The seven cohorts of elite soldiers were reduced to only five people, and since today was Remembrance Day, these people had decided to gather and remember their fallen comrades fondly.
