[It doesn't matter how special the ammunition is or how he tweaks the shot. End of the line is, unless he possesses a gun capable of erasing one's soul, very essence of existence, she won't die no matter how she's shot. The details aren't important, all one needs to know is the end result. It's also why whether she'd be shot or not isn't a concern to her. After all, whatever happens, she'll live. In fact...
It's the same for him. Whether he's capable of pulling the trigger or not, just the mere fact that he's pointing the barrel at her is already painfully trying for him. She knows that dismissive and empty look. She knows it well because she's worn it too before. That one time she had to shut down, not to dismiss anyone else but to protect herself--
--He's the one who panicked and reached out, even if it was completely unnecessary, even if she ran no risks whatsoever, even if she could snap in and out of it practically at will. He has no idea how often she's put on that cold and hollow look before, how it grew downright icy and ruthless at times without bearing an inkling of hatred or anger, the last thing that many Dead Apostles saw before being reduced to dust.
That's why his attempts are so transparent. He hasn't perfected it, or if he has once, he's lost his edge now. He's dragging this on and repeating himself. It's already turned from warning to plea the moment he showed the briefest hint of hesitation.
And so, she stands her ground.
She won't accept it because he still has things left that he must do, and she'll see to it that he's there where he needs to be when the time comes. Besides, there was also a promise.
She'll look at him in the eyes no matter what, and she'll continue to keep faith.]
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It's the same for him. Whether he's capable of pulling the trigger or not, just the mere fact that he's pointing the barrel at her is already painfully trying for him. She knows that dismissive and empty look. She knows it well because she's worn it too before. That one time she had to shut down, not to dismiss anyone else but to protect herself--
--He's the one who panicked and reached out, even if it was completely unnecessary, even if she ran no risks whatsoever, even if she could snap in and out of it practically at will. He has no idea how often she's put on that cold and hollow look before, how it grew downright icy and ruthless at times without bearing an inkling of hatred or anger, the last thing that many Dead Apostles saw before being reduced to dust.
That's why his attempts are so transparent. He hasn't perfected it, or if he has once, he's lost his edge now. He's dragging this on and repeating himself. It's already turned from warning to plea the moment he showed the briefest hint of hesitation.
And so, she stands her ground.
She won't accept it because he still has things left that he must do, and she'll see to it that he's there where he needs to be when the time comes. Besides, there was also a promise.
She'll look at him in the eyes no matter what, and she'll continue to keep faith.]