"He really is one of Keskein's people," the young man with glasses continued, "He went to the same high school as us, and they say after he became Vice President, the principal even erected a statue of him in the most prominent place at the school."
"Do we really have such a big celebrity here? And from the old district?" The young man with yellow hair blinked, "Do you think if we go to seek refuge with him and say we're from the same hometown, he might take us in?"
"Wake up," the young man in work clothes spat, "He's a big shot now, completely different from us."
"I passed by near his house last time," the young man with glasses nodded, "Got questioned several times by plainclothes agents."
"I see," the young man with yellow hair pursed his lips, "This guy's really got no sense of camaraderie, huh."
"You're not his relative, why would he bother with camaraderie with you?" the short, stout young man couldn't help but sneer.
