Actually, that's not strange. The strangest part is Bola's expression when caressing the revolver; it's as if he's touching a person, looking gentle but then suddenly becoming fierce, as if he wanted to strangle someone.
"It's just... this revolver holds deep meaning for me."
Bola gently touched the cylinder, his fingers brushing over the faces of the ghost gods.
Lorenzo's expression became interesting, but in Bola's eyes, he always appeared damn irritating.
"A gift from your first love?"
On second thought, that's unlikely. What kind of girl would give this as a gift?
Bola's face predictably turned a shade darker. He couldn't beat Lorenzo, otherwise, he would have thrown him overboard long ago.
"Tell the story, it's boring anyway."
Knowing there was a story to hear, Lorenzo grinned and urged on.
