The Fourth, The Fifth

He snaps open the cylinder again and fishes a small, lead bullet from his pocket. "One bullet?" Annie ventures. "One bullet," Armin confirms, dropping the tiny oblong ball of metal into the first chamber. "In a perfect game," he begins slowly, "there would be eight shots. Four for me and four for you." [First of the Hallelujah Trilogy] [Dark!AruAni]