PPC WtG Round 2: Godawful 90s Image Comics.

<i>I <b>remember</b> this <b>gun</b>.</i>

<i>A long-barrelled Webley <b>revolver</b>. Six <b>shots</b>. Six <b>lives. Taken.</b> By <b>me</b>.</i>

"Um, Crissie? Are you alright? You're, um... you're crouching on the edge of the bunk again. And brooding."

<i>I turn to <b>look</b> at him. At his <b>face</b>, so free of <b>scars</b>. "You <b>know</b> why! You know what's waiting -- what's out <b>there</b>! In the <b>beyond</b>!"</i>

"Aaaand again with the random loud voices. Okay, no more staying up late watching reruns of Christopher Nolan movies, young lady."

<i>"I'm older <b>than</b> you!" I can't look <b>at</b> him any more. Gotta <b>get</b> something. Get my <b>knives</b>. Good for making things <b>as</b> dead as his <b>gun</b>. Their handles are <b>red</b>, like <b>blood</b>, and <b>pain</b>, and <b>loss</b>-</i>

"Okay, Cris, seriously, you have to know you're saying all that out loud, right?"

<i><b>I</b> am? That's ridiculous. The only <b>people</b> who can hear these <b>thoughts</b> are the <b>dead</b>--</i>

"I haven't got time <b>for</b> this -- oh, for Pete's sake, now you've got me doing it!" Myall pistol-whipped the console a few times. "Give us something else! Anything else! Dress me up as a little girl and get Professor Snape to knock me up! I don't care! Anything's better than this, you smug metal piece of sh--"