The pistol didn't even phase Savage. OF everyone, Savage felt he understood the place where she was. The dozens of lives he had taken. Just before he came to this area. Back in Seattle, it was just like a war. A war where you never could know who was really your friend or your enemy, which ended in most being an enemy.
"I get it." Savage said with a cool tone. "It gets easier. It doesn't go away, but you learn to live with it. You learn to cope and deal." There was a shake of his head. "Once the blood is soaked in, it doesn't vanish easily."
There was a light chuckle from the male as she made her comment about being out of the last of the war. "Don't you worry your pretty little head. You didn't miss much, and I picked up your slack." With a slight shrug he continued. "I mean, someone had to while you were sitting on your ass." This point, he offered a slight smirk.
Then she brought up Amber. That was when his demeanor shifted dramatically. Like suddenly a wolf guarding it's territory or pack. "She's fine. She is. You're correct." Was all Savage stated on the subject. He was still trying to find his middle ground to walk. It had been so long since his previous self wanted to exist. "To be honest, I am waiting for our fearless leader to insist her fighting in that cage." Which wasn't going to happen.
Savage would fight a gauntlet before he'd allow Amber to do that.