Do guns cause violence or do people.

[baron_badass]

The young man sitting on a park bench would be unremarkable if not for a few things. The most noticeable is his pure white hair. The next thing is the steampunk style rife that is sitting in his lap. He is tinkering with it using a few odd looking tools, but that doesn't not mean he is unaware of everything going on around him.

After a moment he puts his tools aside and looks up at the world around him. "Do you believe the sins of one should be passed to others?" His voice is soft with a upper crust accent. There is a tone of sadness as he asks and hesitance as well. Almost like he both wants to hear the answer and doesn't at the same time.

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[coldsong]

"My advice may not be worth much to you, then," he says quietly, but not without a hint of compassion. "I've never been human at all, nor do I ever expect to be. I'm either a god or a monster, or both, depending who you ask."

"Of what value is your humanity to you? How much of who you are is bound up in it? I don't think the self should ever be traded, not for any power or vengeance or blessing that exists...but there is a lot more to self than species or heredity."

[baron_badass]

"I myself am not a man of belief despite the things I've seen," he admits, "it is hard to be when you've experienced what I have." He reholsters the gun and sighs softly. "but I have friends that I did not before and if I give in to...what is hunting me I fear they might end up having to hunt me."