"Some live by it and some die by it. Sometimes both. Some fear it and some need it to stay alive. In the wrong hands and the right hands people will die." Dairuj repeats the riddle to himself muttering.<br/>He taps the tip of his nose as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other thinking. "Perhaps....no it would leave it too open..." he mutters for himself.<br/>"Is it a gun?" he asks looking up at Meliquor.