Falling Iron: a Report on the Compatibility of Pleasure and Preservation

Who are you? Raphael Apokalis. Have a family? Everyone on Stardome Train is family. Are you still obsessed with the past? What are your good memories from the past? In other words... I don't care, my future is in front of me and not behind me. ——In the darkness, He asked me. Your eyes cannot deceive others, you despicable gambler, thief, orator! You defrauded me of all my property! It's not a good habit to judge people by their appearance, sir. It was your own ignorance that caused you to lose all your money. What does it have to do with me? Damn the gynecians! I must cut your eloquent tongue into pieces and make it the highlight of the banquet! I am grateful that you think enough of me to make my dirty tongue your main course... However, it's easy to exchange your property for something even more. The young man stretched out his hand and a chip appeared inside. Tell me, where is Raphael? ——Conversation between gambler and desperado in the interrogation room Looking for me? Looking for you. What are you looking for? You haven't fulfilled the promise you made back then. You might as well pawn the debt collection topaz, do you remember this? I remember, under the boundless green fireflies on that planet. You promised me. Hmm... You think I will agree? I don't mind extending my pursuit of you, my dear Mr. Iris. ——Under the vastness of the universe Placer gold×Raphael