When Pokan saw Sheyan running away in panic, he naturally followed suit. Even if he could not figure out the reason, it was not too late to do so while running away. The two men ran for hundreds of meters. Sheyan suddenly turned around and asked Pokan, "What about Ronnie?" "I'm a mage. How do you expect me to carry him?" the gasping Pokan answered with some indignation. "....We should probably help him." After some negotiation, it was decided that Pokan had to let his only surviving cyborg (TL note: One was struck down by the sunflowers, maybe the other broke down along the way) run back and carry Ronnie over, since Pokan was closer to Hedi Curry and his posse than Sheyan was. Poor cyborg. He had already been running with a full load before this, and now that he had to carry Ronnie as well, he was almost crushed by the weight. He had to take a bottle of nutrient solution every kilometer he travelled. Electric sparks would shoot out of his knees from time to time. He looked like he could break down at any moment. Sheyan's three cyborgs would occasionally look in his direction with strange, delighted, greedy eyes. They were no doubt anticipating the collapse of Pokan's cyborg so that they could swarm and dissect him like they did with the previous cyborg corpse. Wait, no, the correct term should be "disassemble"....