"And they're a good equalizer! Demons terrorized humans back home. Villages culled regularly by even the most common sort, but these days, demons and humans intermingle fairly regularly, and you know why? Because humans finally figured a gun with multiple shots and other such weapons so someone didn't have to be a highly trained warrior to take on the common demon!" Red Son said. Hair still crackling even if the fire is very much directed away from Night Sky, as he continued to work. "And here people show up who are suddenly handicapped or maybe no combat ability at all and you know what? If they think a gun can be used to protect themselves, let them have it! Because you don't need months of training to be good enough at a gun to be too much trouble for a lot of predators, but you do for a sword."

He throws up his hands. "For crying out loud, I'm actually providing a good service to let people protect themselves! I'm practically being good!"

He huffs and the fire finally dies down as he grabs more screws.

"I have. And I get its a trauma thing. And that's why I choose to move to another place because I'm being diplomatic, but it is just incredibly irksome with the attitude he's been giving me for months."