Knowing logically that Dylan was strong, magically powerful, and knowing that he was somehow capable of not merely some sort of mesmer ability but to speak like that and despite all of Daniel's desire to do anything but, he found himself already reaching for the gun.
"Dylan, don't make me do this," he said, fingers curling around the stock and drawing the gun to him so he could check the safety, ensure it was off. "I believe you, okay? You are immortal, indestructible. Whatever it is. I believe you."
He spoke in earnest, panic creeping into his tones, even as he raised the gun, leveling it to stare down the site.
"I don't care if you can live through this! Don't make me do it."
Living through it or not, Daniel was going to have nightmares about shooting the man he looked up to, the first role model he could remember truly respecting in his lifetime.
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"Dylan, don't make me do this," he said, fingers curling around the stock and drawing the gun to him so he could check the safety, ensure it was off. "I believe you, okay? You are immortal, indestructible. Whatever it is. I believe you."
He spoke in earnest, panic creeping into his tones, even as he raised the gun, leveling it to stare down the site.
"I don't care if you can live through this! Don't make me do it."
Living through it or not, Daniel was going to have nightmares about shooting the man he looked up to, the first role model he could remember truly respecting in his lifetime.
He fired.