"Both, I think." He had to admit, the 'barrel' length did look unwieldy in close quarters, which the weapon he supposed, was designed to kill efficiently at long range. Remarkable, really.

"Is it really unfortunate? Would you rather be weighed down by the loss of every stranger's life at your hands?"

He hummed an acknowledgement of her observation. He was indeed far from home. Too far, and without his towy dzymika, his little bird. He found sleep elusive at best.

"The Empire's leaders, perhaps. When one is built on oppression and conquest, it's usually the wedges that most feel the push."