The Hunter turned the fine revolver over in his hands, almost reverently. "Can't believe you stole his 'Luna."
His Titan friend smiled. Although her face looked young, she smiled the smile of a grandmother of uncountable seasons, with deep wells of kindness and bitterness. "I did not steal it."
"OK, scammed it from him," the Hunter revised, rolling his eyes. "Can't believe he let you get away with it."
"He had no choice in the matter." The Warlock in question had indeed walked himself into the Titan's careful trap, his overconfident stake lost thanks to the surprising blast radius of the Titan's favorite rocket launcher. Now their petty vengeance was complete, and the boastful Warlock would trouble them no more. "Perhaps now he will not be so rude to others."
"Heh. Bet not." He released the pistol's cylinder and spun the empty chamber playfully, and a little covetously. "So... whatcha gonna do with it?"
The Titan reached across the table and enveloped the gun with her large hand, sweeping it out of the Hunter's grip. "Nothing," she said. "Sell it, maybe. There is great demand for these things, right? But I have no use for it. Hand cannons are for bozos and numbskulls who can't see past their own fantasies about being characters in pre-Golden Age cinema."
The Hunter's eyes had glazed over. "Sell it?" he asked. "...How much?"
(Eyasluna w/ Maroon Moon)
