[He didn't like the sound of that, actually. Guns were real, solid objects with mechanics that he knew and understood. Bullets were also something he understood and could even create if he absolutely had to.
He'd never done it, but the knowledge was there...and his hands, while not as sure as Roland's, would no doubt find their way.
Magic was something he didn't understand. Something he wasn't sure if he wanted to understand. Sure, he had the Touch, but even that wasn't magic. It was more of a universe guided gut reaction, so to speak.
Like how he knew without having to really look that Nyx was dying. Slowly. A part of him twisted his guts at the thought of being alone in a room with a man who could end up like...
no.
He rose smoothly to his feet, graceful despite his coltish age.]
I need to stop the bleeding. It's not going to feel good.
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[He didn't like the sound of that, actually. Guns were real, solid objects with mechanics that he knew and understood. Bullets were also something he understood and could even create if he absolutely had to.
He'd never done it, but the knowledge was there...and his hands, while not as sure as Roland's, would no doubt find their way.
Magic was something he didn't understand. Something he wasn't sure if he wanted to understand. Sure, he had the Touch, but even that wasn't magic. It was more of a universe guided gut reaction, so to speak.
Like how he knew without having to really look that Nyx was dying. Slowly. A part of him twisted his guts at the thought of being alone in a room with a man who could end up like...
no.
He rose smoothly to his feet, graceful despite his coltish age.]
I need to stop the bleeding. It's not going to feel good.