Lemmy: I thought someone…
-So it's you after all…
Rif: What do you mean ‘after all?’
Lemmy: I saw a suspicious silhouette, so I simply came to investigate.
Rif: When you say suspicious, do you mean me? How am I suspicious?
Lemmy: I suppose you haven't realized... you're plenty suspicious.
Rif: What does that mean?
Lemmy: You're here every night, without fail, disturbing this place.
Rif: I... can't really deny that...
-That reminds me. How are those guys who were hurt?
Lemmy: Their injuries weren’t anything serious, so they have recovered... no, I shouldn't say that, should I...
Rif: What do you mean? How bad have they gotten?
Lemmy: No, it's not that they're injured, but they've become oddly quiet, as if they are reflecting on something... which is a good thing, as far as I'm concerned.
Rif: I see. Then they're all right. I was especially worried about Sarge.
Lemmy: Because you beat him up in another petty quarrel?
Rif: It wasn't a quarrel! It was a match!
Lemmy: Oh? What's the difference?
Rif: It's completely different! It's like, you know... the heart of it or something?
Lemmy: Heh... heart, huh... I envy you sometimes.
Rif: Hey... you're not making fun of me, are you?
Lemmy: Who knows.