"I fell down," he stated.

"Why are you taking my gun? It belongs to me." 

Kobae felt a fine peppermint taste, like it was refined from wax. Then, five seconds of tinnitus. And then, a quivering jump from inside his chest that lit him up, if only in the moment where he infused fight with all the other emotions and senses.

"I tell you[cough] I need my gun back. And sincerely, when you touch me, I feel your unholiness."