gun: business
knife: personal
he uses his gun for business. skaikru weapon, skaikru thief. that’s how it goes down. it is — easier to pull the trigger once, to deal with the recoil, than it is to put the force behind a blade, to pull it back out again. it’s a ritual; take a tattoo, load his gun, find the target, eliminate the target, complete the tattoo. he doesn’t even have to wash his hands afterwards. he drinks tea that gives him dreamless sleep afterwards and he wakes up dead but he doesn’t have to think about it.
he doesn’t have to think about it.
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his knives are from emori. he watched her make them, taking twisted metal and sharpening it until they became tools, wrapped with cloth and luck and her love for him. he gutted fish with them, skinned rabbits. she killed things, he cooked them. it was a good balance. he used those knives to take down two bounty hunters; incapacitates them, doesn’t kill. he doesn’t kill anymore, if he can. if it has to be done, he lets emori do it.
he takes the knives with him to polis. he takes them with him on missions, tucks them into his bag or onto his person. he’s thought about using them on lexa more than once, but he surrenders them when he returns anyway.
he doesn’t bring the gun with him when he takes the half-butterfly revenge tattoo and goes south. but he doesn’t think about it very hard, either.
[he doesn’t have to think about it.]
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