No one's trying to kill me. I just think they'd rather see me dead. The gun-- [ He drops his gaze for a second. This isn't how he'd wanted to tell him these things, and Lor had already said it probably hadn't been for those reasons. Bells isn't convinced though. He knows better. ] It belongs to a demon named Cole. He was, uh. We used to see each other a lot, but it was never... It's not like this.

Maybe I wronged him somehow. Or pissed someone else off. I dunno. [ His eyes water a bit, and he turns his head, pressing the back of his hand against them. ] It's like no one's ever needed me. Not really.