"Badly enough that you won't pick one up again, or you can't?" He stood by not prying, but that was a vital distinction that could very well matter some day down the road, if at some point a desperate plan might need to rely on her taking up a weapon like that. Mar felt justified in asking it, and kept his voice carefully neutral. Who was he to judge what had happened to her in the past, and what it had made her into today, after all?