Snippet #2547417

Tormand smiled. "No it's not," He whispered before continuing down through the trees and toward the river...

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"Why do you always carry that around, Nulix?" The boy asked as he carried a crate of apples. "You're not a guard."

Nulix glanced beside him to the boy - the son of one of their neighbours, a Sorillian couple. The boy's finger was aimed at the pistol on his hip. Nulix smirked. "Because the guards can't always be there, Torian," Nulix murmured. "My concerns are not always with the colony, they're with Bella. They're with me," he admitted.

Torian rose an eyebrow as the two continued on the dirt road, small houses lining it between wet grass fields. "It's just a stupid pistol, though, it can't do anything," The boy murmured.

Nulix laughed. "It can do things," he replied in mock defence. "With enough skill... a bullet can kill anyone. It can kill me, it can kill Nai... it can even kill Oblivion, if it hit. That's not the tricky part though... the tricky part is knowing when to shoot..." Nulix swallowed. "Because people don't come back, Torian..." Nulix paused as he reached the gate of his house. "Don't let death become cheap... because even now, when its so rampant, life still means more then anything."

Torian gave Princeton a nod before carrying the apples over to his house. Nulix entered the wild-grass of his yard and continued on toward the front door.