"I have no other option here, I must say." He sat down and nodded a bit, then tasted the mixture, licking his lips.
"Yes... It it way better than pure Gin. And I must sorry for my... lack of knowledge about drinking Gin. And about your manners?" he smiled. "My manners deteriorated as well, you see... Our of Kusari Space and you forget where you came from."
He took another sip after a while, then looked back at the older man.
"It is strange to drink with a Junker at the same table... And I suppose it must be as well strange as you, drinking with a Kusarian..." He smiled once again, touching empty glass.
"It is funny how people, when lacking old enemies, seek for new ones... That Alliance of ancient times, broken... The former Alliance members, once united, now fighting for place and money for all these 800 years," he sighed. "Mankind will never learn to live in peace, would they?"
He looked back at the big window. "War... Killing... Acts of terror... Yet there are things like beauty, love and friendship. The values worth to live for..." These words were rather his thoughts aloud, rather than said to Olsen. "I wonder if he is okay... out there..."
