He smiled as if emmbarassed not looking at Yue, and turned to the crowd behind him,
"*heh,* shoot me down 'again?' well if they do i won't be able to call it a retirement."
he looked at Yue in the face and noticed the alcohols hit on her gut, "you OK?" he asked, clearing the almost unsavory air reminding him of his hunger... "i got a fix for that, but it tastes like boot scraps..."
Those of freedom walk with guns in broad daylight, and as the weak are killed freedom becomes nothing but a dream.