The gunshot is painfully loud and for a moment, all Deuce can hear is a faint ringing in his ears. Then he blinks a few times and it slowly starts to fade. He looks at the growing puddle of blood on the ground and the caved in part of the back of a skull. He can see little bits of what might be brain in the hole. The carapacian’s face can’t be seen so he carefully shifts the remains of their head to the side. The bullet came out the front and it’s left a bigger hole than the one on the back.
Deuce looks up at Droog. “So… he’s dead?”
"Yes Deuce, he’s dead." He knows the tone Droog’s using. It means that he’s frustrated with Deuce and barely keeping his temper. Deuce wishes he didn’t make Droog sound like that. He’s trying very hard to understand all of that.
"And one day, we’ll all die?" Deuce asks, pointing to the body. "Like this?"
"Not exactly like this. Cause of death may vary. You’ll probably blow yourself up." He explains and Deuce lets that sink in. His brain tries very hard to connect the corpse in front of him with his own mortality and with the idea that his precious explosives would ever harm him.
Finally, he looks up at Droog, eyes shining. “I get it.”
"Okay… Deuce, tell me what’s the connection between dying and dead?" Droog asks, like a teacher delivering a pop quiz and desperately hoping for a proper answer.
Deuce takes a breath, pauses, pauses, pauses, remembers to breath, then says, “I… don’t know.”
Droog rubs his temple with the hand not holding a gun. They step around the corpse and to the man kneeling beside him. He’s in tears, screaming and thrashing about in his restraints but the gag keeps him mostly quiet and he can’t escape. Droog puts the gun to the back of his head. “Watch closely, we’re running out out ways to demonstrate this.”
Deuce nods and pays special attention. They’ve only got three people left so he really needs to start nailing this. It’s a good thing he’s got Droog to help him out!