[ The dress uniforms of soldiers hardly seem to count. A knife? Certainly. There seems to be something almost mythical about the weapon itself-- perhaps it's all those stories of knights and kings that she remembers.
Her face scrunches up slightly as she thinks. It's a difficult question for her. She doesn't understand its relevance immediately, but it seems important enough to answer. ]
A gun seems quicker.
[ Her voice seems to hollow. She has seen the work of guns first-hand. Her family...there's far-off memories that she can't quite seem to recall aside from a lingering sense of fear. ]
It's all over so quick.
[ Now she can draw her conclusion. Things are beginning to fall into place. ]
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[ The dress uniforms of soldiers hardly seem to count. A knife? Certainly. There seems to be something almost mythical about the weapon itself-- perhaps it's all those stories of knights and kings that she remembers.
Her face scrunches up slightly as she thinks. It's a difficult question for her. She doesn't understand its relevance immediately, but it seems important enough to answer. ]
A gun seems quicker.
[ Her voice seems to hollow. She has seen the work of guns first-hand. Her family...there's far-off memories that she can't quite seem to recall aside from a lingering sense of fear. ]
It's all over so quick.
[ Now she can draw her conclusion. Things are beginning to fall into place. ]
That's hardly fair.