I am a Bandit, as soon as you're out in the open my sights are already on you. You'll most likely be dead, cursing my name as you lay there bleeding. It's alright though because when I live by the sword I'll be dying by that same sword. Another bandit will come along and I'll be in your shoes, cursing their name as I lay there bleeding. This is the way these worlds we travel to are. We only do it out of survival, because it is easier to put each other down and continue on than to try and work and build trust.

Now ask yourself, would you pull the trigger knowing that there are people like me out there? Out of survival will you pull the trigger?

Or will you wait for me to fire?

I won't miss.