[ No, a Punisher is a personal fucking weapon. It weighs as much as a person, it's the size of a person... he misses the laser beam so much. It's a part of him, a part of his identity. He and his Punisher were quite literally made for each other, and taking the other Wolfwood's Punisher is a little like stripping the jacket off the corpse.
Wolfwood hooks his fingers into the skull grip and hoists the Punisher out of the dirt and up where he can get a good look at it. The weight's different, but the balance is still good, which is a bit of a surprise, honestly, given how much action it's seen lately. There's scratches and scorching and damage all over, and suddenly it occurs to him that a gun used for a final fight might not having much in the way of ammo left. He should check on that, open the whole thing up and see what shape it's in. ]
I'm gonna take her inside, clean her up. You're sticking around, right?
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Wolfwood hooks his fingers into the skull grip and hoists the Punisher out of the dirt and up where he can get a good look at it. The weight's different, but the balance is still good, which is a bit of a surprise, honestly, given how much action it's seen lately. There's scratches and scorching and damage all over, and suddenly it occurs to him that a gun used for a final fight might not having much in the way of ammo left. He should check on that, open the whole thing up and see what shape it's in. ]
I'm gonna take her inside, clean her up. You're sticking around, right?