[It is pretty scary, though, isn't it? That something so small and easy to lose track of as a bullet that instantly take the life from something... Both Wolfwood and Nicholas know this well. Will always know it well.

He just nods, though; just agrees whole-heartedly.]

But I won't need a gun here, right?

[He's not sure if he's really asking or not. He'd like to just believe it.]

It's pretty safe here, and people take care of each other, so I don't need it anymore, right?