"That gun doesn't give you power, Charlie. All you're doing is driving yourself into a deeper hole. If you use it you're only hurting yourself."
"Not if you let me go..."
"That's not going to happen, Charlie and you know it. We can't let you outta here."
"Yes, you can! I'm gonna shoot if you don't."
"So shoot! You're not getting out, Charlie. There's no way."
"Shut up! Shut up, just shut the hell up! Everybody back off."
No one's listening to you, Charlie. You're just a joke with that gun in your hands. I'ts not giving you any control."
"SHUT UP!"
"Listen to me, Charlie! If you put that gun down now, before you hurt anybody else you'll buy yourself fewer years."
"I'm not going to-"
"You ARE, Charlie. You've crossed the line! You are gonna serve time and A LOT of it if you don't put the gun down now!"
He was scared, even more so than before now, and it was blatantly obvious. Something had just clicked in his brain and the truth of my words had finally sunk in.
"Put it down." I said softly and finally...
...he did.
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