"Well, it was something like a boot camp. I think the real difference was that Gunslingers applied much younger. It was school and training. Though, they would cut off the fat and teach you only what was relevant. We learnt politics, physics, chemistry, mathematics, and to a lesser extent, economics. We had to be knowledgable of our craft and of the world around us. It was difficult, and many boys were told they would never be slingers, much to the behest of their parents. But those boys went on to the defence forces. They were a more honourable bunch, I can say. Though not in recent times," Terrence knew what they had become when the fall happened. Sara knew more than he did, it was unfortunate, but those wounds were scabbing and now beginning to heal over.<br/><br/>"I met another slinger after the fall. Possibly a year, when my hair was only down to my chin. He had already gone insane. His aim suffered terribly, which I know how was the only thing that kept me alive. It pained me to see the man as he was, and it pained me further to put him down. But it was all out of necessity. If a brother turns on a brother, they are no longer permitted to live. That was a code. We were only taught when we were old enough. Seems as harsh as our tutors were, they still understood enough about a child's innocence."