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Elia "This is a gun, Elia," Papa says, pointing to the metal thing in his hand. "Do you know what it does?" "Si, papa," He answers. "Tell me, then," Papa smiles. "It shoots," The boy answers, studying the metal thing carefully. "And what else can it do?" "It can kill," He answers again. "Do you want it?" Papa ask. "You know how important this is, right Elia?" "Si, papa," He nods "And what will you use this for?" Papa ask, his eyes shinning with hope. "Tell me, figlio," The boy stays silent deciding whether to say what he actually feels or what his father wants to hear. "To kill," He replies at last. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------