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Chiave, get on!

Yeah!

Without waiting for Chiave's response, Aosta first drives the car straight into the throng of bandits.

But Chiave's known how things roll for forever now, and after dodging two guys, he grabs onto the door handle while the ride's still accelerating, and clambers aboard.

You're not getting away!

Broca!

Here!

Broca brandishes a drill bit out of nowhere at the bandits to push them off, and the moment the car passes him, Aosta putting pedal to the metal, he turns and jumps inside.

Hold on tight!

Tch! Don't let 'em get away!

The bandits attempt to stop the three's car, but stopping a vehicle that's already going ain't easy. Their ride breaks out of the bandits' encirclement without a hitch, and races towards the horizon.

What are you doing staring at them?! You, you, and you, pursue the merchants! The rest of you, after those three assholes!

They WILL die in this wasteland today, you hear me!?

Got it!

Whoaaaa, Aosta, look, they're catching up to us!

I know! Fasten your seatbelts, I'm shifting this thing up!

'♪Con las manos arriba, cintura sola'

'♪Da media vuelta y sacude duro'

'♪No te quites ahora, que esto solo empieza'

Even as Aosta takes it to the redline, the bandits bite ever closer at their heels.

These jokers just don't give up, ha—*cough* *cough*.

Chiave, don't stick your head out at them. Close the window.

What—did—you—say? I can't hear you over the wind!

Broca, pull him back in.

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.