[ Amos, a flyer of all of a few days, cannot keep up with Dokja. He's left behind easily, having to rely on the long range his gun allows him — and even that isn't good enough, because shooting at a moving target while flying is a lot to ask of a novice. He growls out of frustration as he stops shooting for a moment in an attempt to catch up, gun still in his hands but at least not pointed at Dokja.
For now. ]
It doesn't belong to you either. That was supposed to be mine to take. [ Because he hates Dextera (RIP, he'll find out later), and it was a chance to get one over on him — doubly so if there was any chance he would help Meridian when it counted the most. ] The fuck do you need it for?
[ Yes he already has a gun, but that's totally irrelevant to the situation at hand?? ]
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For now. ]
It doesn't belong to you either. That was supposed to be mine to take. [ Because he hates Dextera (RIP, he'll find out later), and it was a chance to get one over on him — doubly so if there was any chance he would help Meridian when it counted the most. ] The fuck do you need it for?
[ Yes he already has a gun, but that's totally irrelevant to the situation at hand?? ]