Thinking about the possibility of Noelle shooting her in the face, Emilia couldn't help but be curious. "Can I survive a bullet to the face, Cynthia?"
The raven-haired girl sighed, wondering just how her partner's mind worked for it to come with such strange ideas. First, it was that nightmare fuel creature, and now she wanted her own head blown off?
"Well?"
Knowing she wasn't going to take silence as an answer, Cynthia could only shrug helplessly. "… Kind of."
That only made Emilia more curious, however. "What does that mean? Could it be really possible?!"
Cynthia groaned. "I mean, you can kinda live, but, um, you can also die. Depends on how the bullet travels, what kind of bullet it is, how much damage is actually done instantly, you know. It's not that simple. Please don't take bullets to the face."