"Of course it means something.
As long as we do something, it means something.
If we don't give up, there might still be a chance.
But if we give up, there really won't be any chance left."
Just like this time, he had considered what would happen if Imu hadn't reacted this way.
What if laying a hand on the Celestial Dragons meant declaring war outright?
Would he still have made the same choice?
The answer was probably yes.
After all, a man had to stand for something in life.
Otherwise, what difference was there between living and being dead?
This time, the Celestial Dragons had burned down his wife's home!
If he could swallow even that, he would only keep swallowing more and more.
And then Imu might simply lose interest and have him put down.
"Is that so..."
They had both said everything they needed to say, and Dragon no longer felt like continuing the conversation.
After hanging up, Dragon's expression immediately grew grave.
"That person is unimaginably powerful.
But I could tell Randall was still clinging to a sliver of hope.
Just where does his confidence come from?"
It looked like he would have to get more Dyna Stones.
At G-1 Base, Aequus hurried in as soon as Randall finished his call.
"Sir, Fleet Admiral Sengoku is looking for you."
Randall rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking thoroughly exasperated.
"All riiight..."
He dialed Sengoku's number with considerable reluctance.
The call was answered instantly.
The moment it connected, the voice on the other end opened fire.
Had Sengoku been standing in front of him, Randall would almost certainly have been treated to another shower of spit.
"Stop, stop, stop! Fleet Admiral Sengoku, I know you're worked up, but calm down first!
Be reasonable!"
"Reasonable? How the fuck