(Where Ivan grew up with the rebellion, never knowing the main cast at Anakt since he was never captured by the segyeins.)

Bottles and cans, varying types of alcohol in each, steadily empty as the night goes on. Live music can't get any better, especially when played by some of the more experienced rebels. Here in this building, they reclaim an art that the segyein had long tried to take away; humans can sing of their own volition. Undeniably free, as are most of Ivan's days and nights.

Such a life is certainly filled with hardship, but the alternative is unimaginable. Thus, these spirited individuals would fight for the future, to lessen the suffering of generations to come.

Ivan sits at a card table with Dewey and Isaac, listening to the electric guitar solo.