Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-28439145-20170926224018

Bullet heard questions. He heard questions, but it was in one ear, out the other.

He didn't hear it once he processed it.

Bullet watched his fire. He didn't know what to think of it. Was he proud, or ashamed after all he'd been through.

He decided to answer the questions.

''Why'd I stab you? I assumed that you were a hostile being.''

Why was I sent here?

Bullet paused.

He decided that he wouldn't answer that question.