"I have a few tales," Terrence said as he handed her the bottle.<br/>"I'm what the old world knew as a Gunslinger, a special type of soldier. I passed my test at 16. I was legally a gunslinger and I was allowed to fight wars. At 16."<br/>Terrence paused for a moment as if to collect his thoughts, though he too had his own secrets, tales he couldn't tell her right now.<br/>"I wasn't too old when it happened - the fall, I mean - and I was still an inexperienced young man. I could draw a gun at the drop of a hat, but I still didn't know life's important lessons.<br/>I was with people for a while, but I split from them. I felt it was better that I go alone."<br/>Bullshit...you let each and everyone of them die, Cursed Piper. His thoughts spat back at him.<br/>He swallowed it down and continued.<br/>"I traveled alone for most of the time between then and now. I met few people and those I traveled with, I ended up having to kill them, otherwise they'd kill me."