"...I know I'd be a hypocrite if I said sleep."

Eight has a thousand reasons to have insomnia, even if it did feel safe to sleep here tonight. He eyes the gun with curiosity. Human weapons are so small, but then...so is his friend Pearl, and she's one of the most powerful people he knows.

"Good...but, um, I don't. I'm still not too familiar with human weaponry."

It doesn't use ink, he knows that much.