Hearing this, Gon smiled. "Thanks, I honestly feel a little guilty. After I joined you guys, you all got separated."
"What are you talking about, man?"
"I got my dream woman, Valeria got a safe and stable job, and Mirei finally got the funding she needed. We all feel thankful to you."
"Even though we enjoyed life as mercenaries, we always knew that if we kept going on that path, one day we would find ourselves dying in the street."
"And it's not like we are separated; even before, we often split up and did our own thing. We can still gather together every week."
Gon felt relieved hearing this from Alan.
Yesterday, as he spent the day alone, many thoughts had come to him, one of which was how the crew seemed to have disbanded.
Even though he hadn't spent much time with them, he did enjoy their company.
He also tries to talk with the system, but it still ignores him.
Alan then started bringing him to the next location.
