Conversation · Hand/Eye Coordination

Holding the gun feels natural and satisfying. It's like an extension of your arm, the polished wooden handle almost fusing into your palm.

No time for this. [Discard thought.]

I think my hand recognizes it.

It reminds you of the day you first held it. With fear and respect. Hoping you don't have to use it -- in vain. The sun was out in Jamrock. It was so long ago...

Sheathe your sidearm, officer. A serious law official -- cop-by-the-book -- should know to only unholster their service weapon when using it is unavoidable.

This gun -- Sunrise, Parabellum -- will be the only thing standing between you and the all-consuming nothingness that threatens to eat the world. Sheathe it and wait, Herald. It won't be long now.

A Villiers 9mm pistol -- where Insulindian steel meets Revachol craftsmanship. With it thou wilt protect the fair people of thine homeland and keep the visitors in check.

This is your gun. It's more of a symbol than anything else, because there is always, ALWAYS a rational, sensible, reasonable solution to every situation. Sheathe it and know: You have the moral high-ground.

The pig iron's yours, boss. You should blaze one right now to celebrate... and then shoot some cans or chickens or something.

Yeah, why aren't you smoking right now?

The gun -- your gun -- can be an item of destruction, but also creation. The Villiers-LaSalle Art Project. Time to shoot some beauty through the heart of Martinaise.

At last! The fastest hand in Revachol reunited with the slickest tool in North. You're gonna be the envy of the town, baby!

This is your gun. It's angry at you for losing it. Everyone is. The least you can do is press your lips against the cold steel to apologize... and then just try to go on living.

You sorry fuck!

Although only useful against assailants made of flesh and blood, the gun is still yours. Maybe Remote Viewers also have some other... non-conventional weaponry?

They don't.

This is your gun. Yours and -- by extension -- the People's. But mostly yours. Now go and serve the People.

This is your gun and in the world of unarmed civilians a man with a gun is king. But in a wholesome and life-affirming way. You just keep the wheels of the world spinning and maybe there's some money to be made on the side?

This is your gun. Now if we could only find your personality...