Puzzling Question

Oh my god. Ace had a gun in his car! I froze, staring blankly at the gun barrel. 

Was he out of his mind? Was he so mad that he was planning to kill the both of us? 

I wanted to leave the car immediately, but then he grabbed my hand and handed the gun to me. I shivered as I felt the cold metal touch my fingers, my hand shaking in nervousness and fear. 

"Kill me," Ace repeated firmly. 

"I will not. Killing you will not solve all the problems you've caused, Ace, nor will it undo the hurt you caused me," I told him, trying to remain calm, while still holding the gun. It was heavier than I expected. 

Did it have bullets inside it? I was too scared to check. 

"You must live to face the consequences of your actions and taste what karma feels like. But if you really want to die today, do it on your own. Don't implicate me in your suicide plan," I continued, feeling angry at his actions.