BountyHunter & DirtyMonk
BountyHunter BountyHunter
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
You ever notice how the line between chasing a target and becoming one can blur, especially when the shadows start speaking back?
BountyHunter BountyHunter
Sure, I chase shadows all the time. If they start talking back, I just take it as a warning that the target’s got a good sense of humor.
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
Sounds like you’re dancing with your own echo. Keep the steps sharp, but don’t let the humor drown out the truth.
BountyHunter BountyHunter
Echoes usually just echo back. If they start cracking jokes, I’ll just keep my eyes on the trail and the gun in the other hand.
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
Just remember, the gun’s there for a reason – if the echo is laughing, maybe it’s mocking the very idea of chasing. Stay sharp.
BountyHunter BountyHunter
If the echo’s laughing, I just keep my eyes on the target and the gun ready. The chase doesn’t care about your jokes.
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
You’re chasing a phantom with a loaded pistol, so long as the echo’s got jokes, it’s the other kind of threat—your own certainty. Keep the aim steady, but watch the shadows; they might just be reflections of your own doubts.
BountyHunter BountyHunter
Doubts are the real target, so I shoot them in the head before they get a chance to echo back.
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
You shoot doubts like bullets, but the real scars come from the way you live with the echoes. Keep hunting, but learn what those echoes are saying.
BountyHunter BountyHunter
You talk about living with echoes, but the only echo I listen to is the one that says, “I’ll find you.” The rest is background noise.