[Niko's reasoning isn't all that good, admittedly. At this point, he's been torn apart and he's been holding on to the shreds of his humanity. He has let many of them, and now most of his principles, slip through his fingers for the sake of survival. Roman said it wasn't his fault that Kate died, but then he turned around and reminded him that it wouldn't have happened if Niko hadn't wanted to defend his pride. To not lay down and be kicked. Roman is right, his pride isn't that important. He should have just done as he was told.]
[For as funny as Charon was when he first met him (funny in the way that there's this giant man wandering around speaking bluntly with a perpetual frown), every time Niko sees him he looks more and more like a man that's had bits of his true personality flecked away. Like a physical representation of how Niko feels and half doesn't want to feel, and half just wants to give into and embrace.]
[That part of him that doesn't want to feel like that looks at Charon's gun, which is as old and beaten as him, and wants to give him something new. And if one day it's pointed at him? At least in Charon's hands he would be sure he deserves it.]
[But that requires too much self-awareness to put into words, and is too odd to say to a sturdy zombie person with a dead stare.]
It's a rife. Baretta. Handles pretty good. 40 caliber.
[He makes a somewhat helpless gesture with the hand that's not holding a drink.] If you're into that sort of thing. Sometimes you just want to use what works.
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[For as funny as Charon was when he first met him (funny in the way that there's this giant man wandering around speaking bluntly with a perpetual frown), every time Niko sees him he looks more and more like a man that's had bits of his true personality flecked away. Like a physical representation of how Niko feels and half doesn't want to feel, and half just wants to give into and embrace.]
[That part of him that doesn't want to feel like that looks at Charon's gun, which is as old and beaten as him, and wants to give him something new. And if one day it's pointed at him? At least in Charon's hands he would be sure he deserves it.]
[But that requires too much self-awareness to put into words, and is too odd to say to a sturdy zombie person with a dead stare.]
It's a rife. Baretta. Handles pretty good. 40 caliber.
[He makes a somewhat helpless gesture with the hand that's not holding a drink.] If you're into that sort of thing. Sometimes you just want to use what works.