[Ziggy nods tiredly at that. What else is there to do but fight for it? She supposes she could go home to a likely demise. Maybe just keel over here and now, and let it all go. That'd be an easier route to take, wouldn't it...? But Cindy, she deserved better. She has to have a second chance, a chance to go to some preppy school and date some idiot hunk and be everything Ziggy wasn't.
She picks up her gun in one hand. Then his in the other. Then carefully, she holds his out to take, gun grip first.]
... If I'm going to fight for it, I'm going to need more ammo that works for an old six-shot revolver.
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She picks up her gun in one hand. Then his in the other. Then carefully, she holds his out to take, gun grip first.]
... If I'm going to fight for it, I'm going to need more ammo that works for an old six-shot revolver.