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If I am about to chase down my reaper it would do well to learn how to fend for myself.
Afterall I do not recall much from before the shot in the head.
The doc who patched me up gave me of his guns said he had no need for it anymore.
He told me his figthing days were over and if he ever had the choice to kill or to be killed ever again he would choose the second alternative.

This gun he gave me was no scrap piece, so I gave the old man a friendly nod.
Still havent broken my silence.
I still dont know what to say.

So now I practice my aim everyday so I can pick up my pursue on my reaper.