"Yes," the young man replies quietly as he stands and slides the rifle into a holster strapped to his back. Percy had learned quickly he wouldn't be able to use his guns here, but having them at hand was more a comfort than anything. He doesn't like having empty hands. Empty hands means he needs to think and thinking never leads to anything good. "So you believe in revenge then," he asks as he walks closer. "wrong them because they wronged me and all that." He chuckles dryly. "We would get along well then."