Shire was waiting for Dominic to ask his question, but Dominic was hesitating, sometimes fiddling with the shotgun and sometimes glancing at Shire, giving an impression that he wanted to speak but couldn't bring himself to.
"Come on, Dominic." Shire held his coffee with a bitter smile: "You are completely different from when you are shooting."
"Well, it's different, General." Dominic replied, a bit embarrassed: "I only feel confident when I'm holding a gun."
"You're holding a gun right now." Shire raised his coffee cup towards the shotgun in Dominic's hand: "And it's a powerful shotgun."
"I mean shooting targets." Dominic scratched his head: "Or when designing firearms."
"Why is that?" Shire asked curiously.
Dominic shook his head slightly, his gaze shifting to the shotgun in his hand, lost in thought: "I don't know, maybe, besides guns, I don't have anything else I like or am good at, so I'm always isolated..."
