The time after pleasure always becomes somewhat void, and now it's the same. Bologue looked ahead expressionlessly, praying in his heart that no mounted police would check their licenses, as Palmer lay slumped in the passenger seat, reeking of alcohol.
"Speaking of which, it's really surprising that you could recognize Church, you know."
Palmer suddenly lifted his head, drunkenly trying to stir up a conversation; he disliked this silent atmosphere.
"What's wrong?"
Bologue asked, sounding as though recognizing Church was something to be proud of.
Indeed, it was something to be proud of. When Palmer noticed this, he wanted to ask Bologue about it; he just hadn't had the time until now.
"He's a faceless man, literally, very few people can remember what he looks like, and I'm one of them," Palmer said, "After all, I used to be his partner."
"I'm a bit confused… does it have something to do with his Secret Energy?"
