He laughed at that. "Yeah? I hope the blow up is huge, then, for your sake."

Firo nodded slowly, misreading the complaint somewhat. "Not everybody's cut out to kill somebody." Sometimes he wondered if he would rather be that way--he could do it, but he couldn't wrestle himself away completely from thoughts about guilt and rightness.

He blinked, suddenly thinking of something. "...Unless you mean, like, dealin' with it another way."