[ Her memories aren't crystal clear, but they're strong enough for him to get the hint. In retrospect it was a stupid question, asking whether she'd ever used a gun on a human. He wouldn't like it much if she asked him the same of his daggers.
He watches the throw without interfering, though the muttering afterward earns a broad smile. ]
You're overthinking it. [ Which... seems to be habit for her, honestly, though that might be more guesswork than any mental link. He waits until she's well clear of the range, then throws a dagger — underhand, no real wind up, no spin. It doesn't hit the dead center of the target, but it does hit.
It's also showing off more than any kind of lesson, really, but whatever. ] What do you think the odds are we'll need them? Daggers or your bullets.
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He watches the throw without interfering, though the muttering afterward earns a broad smile. ]
You're overthinking it. [ Which... seems to be habit for her, honestly, though that might be more guesswork than any mental link. He waits until she's well clear of the range, then throws a dagger — underhand, no real wind up, no spin. It doesn't hit the dead center of the target, but it does hit.
It's also showing off more than any kind of lesson, really, but whatever. ] What do you think the odds are we'll need them? Daggers or your bullets.