[ That's the danger of guns, isn't it? The first time he'd been shown a proper firearm, he'd looked at it with deep envy; to have the sort of weapon that could mow people down in a single shot is something that he could only dream of. He'd had that impression for a while, that inkling that if he could just take something home with him, they could win the war in no time. He wants bigger, better, more effective weapons -- all in the service of peace, of course, but that could only be a good thing, right?
Only the more time he spent here, the more time he's shied away from using guns proper, the more he's turned around on how their efficacy can backfire. He's lethal with a bow and arrow to be sure, but he's the one who decides. You can't just kill someone on a whim, and you're unlikely to kill someone with an arrow by accident. But with guns, he had discovered, it takes just a squeeze of a trigger from even an unknowledgable hand, and you're dead.
It's a little ironic that it's only after he'd turned around on the idea had he personally found out just how lethal they could be. It took more than one gunshot to fell him (he can still feel the way his entire body was rocked with just the one bullet, more staggering than any other wound he's felt in his life, the smell, the noise, the speed) but it had done its job nonetheless. His smile barely wavers, though, something soft in his eyes as he looks down at Minato's concerned face. ]
I'll take a bow and arrow any day, I'll tell you that much, [ he admits, shaking his head. ] But I'm here now, aren't I? As hearty and hale as ever. I think that's the part that matters.
[ He will neither confirm nor deny his death. He knows what Minato's getting at. He's just hoping he'll stop -- not for Claude's own sake, but Minato's. Claude knows what it feels like, to be responsible for people getting killed. It's a sour, curdling sensation that lives within him, deep in the pit of his gut, something that he doesn't think will ever go away.
He doesn't want innocents to feel that too. He only thinks there's some that ought to feel it more. ]
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Date: 2024-10-23 12:58 am (UTC)Only the more time he spent here, the more time he's shied away from using guns proper, the more he's turned around on how their efficacy can backfire. He's lethal with a bow and arrow to be sure, but he's the one who decides. You can't just kill someone on a whim, and you're unlikely to kill someone with an arrow by accident. But with guns, he had discovered, it takes just a squeeze of a trigger from even an unknowledgable hand, and you're dead.
It's a little ironic that it's only after he'd turned around on the idea had he personally found out just how lethal they could be. It took more than one gunshot to fell him (he can still feel the way his entire body was rocked with just the one bullet, more staggering than any other wound he's felt in his life, the smell, the noise, the speed) but it had done its job nonetheless. His smile barely wavers, though, something soft in his eyes as he looks down at Minato's concerned face. ]
I'll take a bow and arrow any day, I'll tell you that much, [ he admits, shaking his head. ] But I'm here now, aren't I? As hearty and hale as ever. I think that's the part that matters.
[ He will neither confirm nor deny his death. He knows what Minato's getting at. He's just hoping he'll stop -- not for Claude's own sake, but Minato's. Claude knows what it feels like, to be responsible for people getting killed. It's a sour, curdling sensation that lives within him, deep in the pit of his gut, something that he doesn't think will ever go away.
He doesn't want innocents to feel that too. He only thinks there's some that ought to feel it more. ]