Gold, NO *as I standed up drawing my 9mm Berreta pointing it right at you* Gold stop, fight it you must, I don't wana hurt you *as I take a few steps back pointing my gun still right at you* Gold you must fight it I can't shoot you, your my friend, friends don't kill friends *as I then pull back the hammer on my gun to turn off the saftey incase of him not listening* you can't go like this I know you, your not like this, remember all of your friends and how we first met each other in the woods, remember how I saved you *taking another couple steps back* you can't do this, and neither can I