"In some ways, yeah. The food is better here, for one," Aventurine chuckles, eating more salad. It helps keep his hands steady. He'd pointed a gun at himself several times, yes, but it is unnerving to not be able to be in control of when the trigger gets pulled. Can his shields stop a bullet...? Maybe before but in this state...it's perhaps more risky than he's willing to take.

He shrugs at the questions about negotiations. "Something like that. Family head had a point to prove, and I was an easy target for him I guess. Not like I'm not used to that; I made it work," he says, smirking. "Decided to make a point back. Caused some damage, no casualties on my way out; I mean, except for me I guess. Good turnout, to be honest." Sunday was so confident then that he didn't even consider Aventurine would break his own cornerstone to hide it. He's paying for it now, sure, but thinking of pulling that off still gave the gambler a rush. He could almost ignore the remnants of the Harmony nonsense in his head.

He's gotta admit, he is surprised at that last part. "Well then, I suppose I am lucky! Rangers are rare these days, that's for sure." He pauses to take out some more wood chips from his poor salad. Sheesh. This might be his last meal, this is just sad. "Yeah. Yeah, I met her; she really didn't seem like a Ranger at all. Ironic that a fake Galaxy Ranger kills me, and I might be killed by a real one now." Aventurine snorts at that, more than a little bitter. Just his luck. "I mean I planned for that first one, sure. She was more of a help than a harm. A powerful wildcard. But...yeah. That can't look good on you guys' reputation. Still, I wonder..." he adds, tilting his head curiously, staring down the barrel of the gun. "Do you think you would have stood a chance against an Emanator of Nihility?"

He probably shouldn't provoke this guy, but he really is curious about what he would have done.