Cannot interpret and cannot ask.
I've tried anyways. Interpreting, that is. Cannot (will not) ask.
The only answer that makes sense is that it was goodbye. That he put the gun in my hand instead. And yeah, I don't have a choice now do I?
Do I?
Last time I was handed a gun I kept trying to give it back, screaming he pull the damn trigger himself. Well! There was no gunshot I assure you, but somehow that corpse bled out. Talk about a slow and painful death. Though, that isn't fair to bring up. I guess my real point is I know I ought to refuse. But this time I really am painted into a corner. (Imperfect metaphor. Paint dries.) Yeah, paint dries and corpses bleed out.
Now! Here's the real question: In such a metaphor, what does it mean to turn the gun on oneself? And would the outcome be of atonement or spite? (Or both?)
Guys. Guys. I do not know how to shoot a gun. Though from this short of range, it must be hard to miss.
