[Takasugi recognizes the figure - mysterious only in the way that so many others they'd fought alongside had ended. Without a corpse, only an effigy of grimy rock and moldy incense left in their memory.

And, in this case a pokari.

It looks to Takasugi like his old comrades had just taken the proposed 'reunion' as a chance to drink pokari and waste time.

Gintoki will owe him for that can of pokari he drank when he wakes up. Lazy asshole, of course he's still sleeping.]

Heh.

You won't find anything like that, here. [As he speaks, the scene falls away, revealing landscape unfamiliar to them both. A road through the Nysan wilderness - but they're left directionless.

It might not even be real.] All this planet has is a war that could break out any day.

Sort of nostalgic, isn't it?