Gold nodded. "Since I was ten years old. I got these when some sadistic bastards burned my town down. I tried to fight them. They cut me bad. I can never have kids, don't have hands anymore, not real ones... But ever since, I hunt the bastards and all their kind. Those that would call themselves rockets just to scare people. And some nights, I wonder if I made the right calls." Gold rubbed his eyes. He looked at the bullet hole again, with a look alot like bewilderment. "there was this guy. Some snot nosed kid, 12 or so. Ran around saying he was a rocket. I caught him terrorizing travelers that were walking through mount moon. I remember staring at him, and hes just fucking snickering over nearly killing people, killing for sure their protecting pokemon. And I remember thinking 'I need to wipe that fucking grin off his face'. So, I knocked him over, told him killing a 'mon had the death penalty attached to it. And he just fucking laughs, cuz he can get away with it. So, I blow both his knees out with my pistol, drag him into the cave, and let him feel the fear he made those others feel before he killed them. Let him sit their sniveling and sobbing for a few minutes before I performed a field trial."
Gold drinks from his canteen. "I was 14. I can't help but wonder at nights like these, whether I'm just as bad as the rockets. Wonder whether it even matters. Is there a circle in hell for killers Carmen? Could you see if you can get a circle made just for me?."