Trigun Quote Novels & Stories

“Partner, don’t make me shoot you.” “Can’t,” Mott replies. One sweating pinkie pops away from the shotgun’s grip, but his other nine fingers remain welded to the weapon. His trigger finger tightens. “For what it’s worth, he really can’t.” Bill nods at Mott. “Might as well get it over with.”

Randy said with a nod. I returned it and once Quinton said everyone would join I went to check on Lorenzo and Tony. "So what do you got for me?" I asked when I closed the door. Lorenzo's head looked up and he noticed my mark. Sadness crossed his face before he took a deep breath and pushed it down. "Turns out Gunner had a mate before he claimed Trinity" Tony said. My jaw dropped a little bit at that "But if he had a mate why did he go after Trinity?" I asked out loud.

I explained. "I'll tell you something my father always quoted to me: Fukushū wa samui kata ga ī.” "What do you mean by that?" "That revenge should be served on a cold plate and if you need all the damn support in the world to get rid of those miserable ones, do it, Sunday accounts," he offered, making me smile. What she lived, what she lives... If you make them burn, just make them burn. “Mi aiuterai a sbarazzarmi dei cadaveri?”

Without having to think twice, I was quick to pull out a trigger and fire the shot up in the air. "What the hell?" He glared at me and I pointed the gun at him. Fury consumed my soul as the words that Rodrigo said to me echoed in my head. A lot was running through my mind but one thing was for certain, I wanted to put him out of his misery. They were pushing me to the wall a lot and I had to give them a taste of their own medicine. I was not the sort of woman who was weak and had no words to say. I might not be able to fight all of them but I certainly had the word's in my mouth and how to use them. "Lower the gun"

"You going to shoot all of us?" "No," I said while pulling out the gun I had hidden under my jacket. "I'm going to shoot anyone who disrespects what Tobin built and tries to walk away like his death means nothing." The man who had spoken first laughed and looked at the others like this was some kind of joke. "You don't have the guts to pull that trigger, little girl." I aimed at his chest and fired without thinking about it or hesitating or giving myself time to talk myself out of it

I asked. I stood from my seat, rounding the table to stand behind it. "My father always said that I have butterfingers, and I wouldn't want that to come to pass. I always like to prove him wrong. But I'm just saying, what if he is really right, and I put the trigger by accident? I guess I wouldn't feel guilty. I will drag you you into the sea, allowing the fishes to finish you off for me. Do we understand each other?" I waved the gun around his face, trying to make my point clear. He nodded immediately, sweat coating his forehead. It was so fascinating how people got so scared easily.

"A gun is a thousand years ahead of a knife. That makes it civilized. And you…" He turned his gaze back to Channing and the others. "…every one of you—it's time to die!"

he said as he tossed the gun in his hand. I never liked the gun because its Iron bullet is a dreadful weakness to my kind, I would not even want to joke around with it. "What's the problem, never handled a gun before?" I was interrupted by Travis' deep voice as I realized he had figured I was staring at the gun the whole time.

“Just pull the—“ Nico’s words were cut off when the shot suddenly rang out, the bullet grazing through the air and piercing through the head of the dummy. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, satisfaction settling in my bones. Nico’s mouth fell open. “You said you didn’t have good aim.” “Like you said, not when I’m imagining someone else.” I emptied the rest of the bullets into the dummy, hitting every single part of the head, including the dummy’s nose. When I pulled the trigger again and the gun jammed, I turned around to face my friend. “Bullets.” “Are you in love with the girl, Tristan?” “Bullets.” I gritted out. “Answer me first. Are you in love with her?” “Of course not.” I didn’t be

' 'Dire le preghiere,' (say your prayers) 'Wow, una pistola? Sei abbastanza vecchio da usarlo?' He laughed like I was nothing but a sick joke. What an insult! He was mocking me. (Wow, a gun, are you old enough to use that?) 'Ridi tutto quello che vuoi. Non sarai quando la tua gola è roba con proiettili.' I spat venomously but he didn't take it seriously, just laughed it off like I was some kind of kid. (Laugh all you want. You won't be when your throat is stuff with bullets)