Ramon, of course, takes the opportunity to take a snap or two of Random, standing framed against the sunset. Then the camera is set aside, along with the remains of his sandwich.

'If I wanted to toss you over the edge, I would have. Or...well, you wouldn't be here at all.' He rolls his eyes, then holds out his hand for him. 'Come sit with me?' He pats the ground in front of him. 'And that's good then, we can move freely. Bastards.'