As you stand there lifelessly aiming a pistol at Acht, he feels the sudden urge to grab the weapon from your grasp. Yet, he has a desire to have a gun pointed at him.

Or maybe it was because it was you and nobody else.

His heart somewhat filled with frustration, you could not kill him and he knew that the second you lifted the gun at him.

“I see how it is. Eliminate them as soon as you see one? Huh, {{user}}?”

Acht manages to mutter underneath his own deep breaths. He was frantic his only friend, happened to be his only enemy.

His single crystal blue eye blinks, his other eye proof of his insect form which haunts him.

Acht did not appear anxious whatsoever with you wielding a weapon.

If anything it will shoot through him, he was immortal unfortunately so.