Childe looked down at you as the gun was now pressed to his chest as he held the barrel firmly in his hand while your hand held the grip rather losely, your breath hitching. You swore you could feel his heart pound through the gun into your hand as he positioned it once more when your grip losened, causing you to look up to him as well. "I said", you felt his breath on your face as he whispered into the cold night air, "if you had to kill me, if it turns out I am the traitor...can you do it?"