[ He stares silently at the words on his screen, wondering how much of it is her speaking of herself in the third person. Far from hating her, all he feels is immense pity. From what that boy had told him, she has hardly had a chance to think for herself.
After a while, he replies. ]
A gun's sole purpose is to deliver death. It knows no other purpose, and it may be held by many hands or just the one in its life. I may hate the man or woman who wields it but I cannot feel anything except pity for a tool which knows no other life.
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After a while, he replies. ]
A gun's sole purpose is to deliver death. It knows no other purpose, and it may be held by many hands or just the one in its life. I may hate the man or woman who wields it but I cannot feel anything except pity for a tool which knows no other life.