"I don't doubt that at all. Wouldn't surprise me to find out he sleeps with that fucking gun," Kovacs says with a disdainful shake of his head. Honestly, if you wanted to sleep with weapons, keep them away from your head. That's where 'real death' happened.

"I don't know if I could forgive and forget that easily," he admits thoughtfully. But, then again, "I also don't have a friend like that."

Did he have any friends at all? No, not anymore. They were all dead and gone, ghosts that wandered Harlan's World. And he has no fucking clue what Rei is right now.