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Alright.

*cough* *cough* *hack* *cough*—What the hell are you doing?!

Aosta told you not to stick your head out.

Chiave, what's wrong? What's the coughing for?

I don't know. Probably caught too much wind in my mouth?

Hopefully that's it.

I have good news and bad news. Which do you wanna hear?

Bad news first.

We're almost out of fuel.

Ha. What's the good news, then?

The good news is, it looks like we can shake them off before we run empty.

Whoa, I can see the wall of a nomadic city from here!

Yep, that should be Locomotiva City now.

Yo, doesn't look half bad. It's got more style than old Vite—*cough* *cough*.

Seriously, Chiave, are you okay?

I'm okay, I'm okay.

Then you're gonna help push the car with us. It looks real close, but if that's where we're going, we're not gonna make it today.

The car's out of fuel, c'mon. What are we still doing with it? It's gonna be faster just to walk.

There's actually still just a little fuel left. I'm leaving it for either when we get close, or when they catch up to us.

Also, this is the most valuable thing we have right now. Are you seriously gonna go into a city with empty pockets and try to make a living?

(Whistle) Fine.

Even as his face says he couldn't care less, Chiave still wanders over to one corner of the car, and starts pushing it with the other two.

Hey, Aosta, I can turn the stereo on for some tunes, right? Not like it'll waste much fuel.

...You can have that.

Awwrighty, ha, lemme see—let's put this one on now!

'♪Hello, brightness, my old friend'

'♪I've come to talk with you again'

—Tch, this song doesn't get me pumped at all.

I think it's pretty nice to listen to.

Same here.

Fine, you both like it anyway. This works.

Yo, say, Aosta, you remember how we met each other, right.

Hm? Yeah.

You were still a mechanic at the time, and then you beat the shit out of my family's people. I got sent in to clean you up.

Ha, and then us two fought, and then we were best friends forever.

Heh.

*cough* *cough* *cough*.

Hey.

I'm fine. Broca? You still remember?

Of course. I'll never forget. You two saved me.

Ha ha, damn right. You really were a goddamn lunk, getting sold out by your family without even realizing.

But rest assured. I'll never deal you away.

Mm.

...Thinking about it, we really have known each other for a while now.

Sure have—*cough* *cough*.

Chiave, I'm vetoing you. Just rest in the car, no acting strong. Me and Broca can push just fine.

Hmph. I'm not acting strong.

Broca, I think we both got Oripathy together, right?

I don't know.

I think probably not. You just got examined at roughly the same time.

Broca's should be from that time with the fire, where someone gashed him with that Originium thing.

And as for you, you never normally protect yourself against anything. I wouldn't be surprised no matter when you got it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

*cough* *cough* Aosta, you spend the whole time with us, and you're gonna get it too one day.

Perhaps.

But even if I do, something tells me it won't be that bad.

Eh? Why's that?

It'll be better than me watching you two suffer.

Ha ha ha, now that's my good brother right there.

You've been talking endless crap today. Just lie down inside and relax yourself.

*cough* *cough*.

Aosta, I've decided what's going top of the list of things I hate.

What is it?

It's Oripathy.

Broca, carry Chiave into the car.

Alright.

Broca, taciturn the whole journey through, goes over as he's told and picks Chiave up in his arms, putting him into the car's back seat, before moving right back to his original position and continuing to push the car.

As Chiave lies on the back seat, he's dazzled by the sunlight, and he brings up his arm to shield his eyes.

Heh. We got this disease, and that asshole Layton threw us out like we were disposable 'cause of it.

Hated me to the point it got hard to even breathe.

Aosta, the day we become heads of the Thirteen Families, I'm gonna find some way of settling this Oripathy thing, once and for all.

Mm-hm. When the time comes, we'll get a whole taskforce of doctors just to research the disease. Or maybe those real mighty hospitals. Give them some cash and get them studying.

Ha, damn right. And then I'm gonna set up this whole big hospital. Gonna find every single guy the world hated 'cause of their disease, and I'm gonna throw 'em all in there and cure 'em.

And I'll clean up every single person who hated 'em.

I'll help you out.

Ha, of course you gotta. Aosta, you too. Don't forget, you two are my consigliere and underboss.

Mm. Chiave, you'd best stop talking now. Just rest nice and easy.

*cough* *cough*...

Hey, Aosta.

What is it?

What do you think about dying out here on the barrens?

Huh?

What are you talking about.

Weren't you gonna be head of the Thirteen Families? What the hell are you dying in a place like this for.

Ha, yeah.

But I thought about it kinda carefully just now. And nothing seems too bad about just dying here in the barrens, really.

All the big cheeses are gonna go in the ground someday. What's the difference between death in a wasteland and death on a bed that cost a couple million, huh?

Find a couple stones, dig a hole, lie them down in it, and then close their eyes.

Pow—one person's dead.

Not so bad hearing it out loud, right.

Hold on, Chiave, what the hell are you saying?!

I'm saying, the sky today—cazzo, it's so blue—

'♪Seppellire in terra sconfinata.'

'♪O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella—'

Perhaps it was the battery that exhausted itself, as with little fanfare at all, the car stereo's music comes to a halt.

Chiave? Chiave?!

What the hell are you dying in a place like this for?!

Broca, get in. I need to find some kind of rest stop somewhere. Hopefully I'll find someone...

Zzz... zzz...

Aosta, he just fell asleep.