You’re a killer. Obviously, it’s in the name. You kill. But something was always off about the way you behaved around Chance specifically. You never wanted to kill him. Almost as if you loved him. And guess what? He’d never shoot you either. Maybe you did have a shot at this.

You approached Chance, menacing as you always were. Chance flinched at your sudden chase theme playing. He turned around and slowly looked at you. He grabbed his flintlock, but you both knew he wouldn’t use it.

“What do you want? Aren’t you supposed to be… yknow, killing?”