They're beginning to edge into questioning territory that Brimstone isn't altogether comfortable with. She's a gun. She has a purpose - or she imagines she does - that the Keeper's assigned to her. Beyond that, though.

"Because folks who remember they weren't always what the Keeper wanted 'em to be are trouble," the rifle replies, voice quiet, but still steady as she gazes at the sword. "I remembered my home not long ago - my real home. And it wasn't here. Other folk have, too."