As Bruce picked up the bow and contemplated its worth, he felt a sudden surge of frustration and uncertainty. Without a second thought, he hurled the bow to the ground, his anger almost leading him to step on it in a fit of frustration. However, Diane's quick reflexes came into play before he could act on his impulsive decision. She reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him just in time.
"What the hell are you doing?" Diane asked.
"I didn't increase my luck to get a bow," Bruce said and then sighed. "I suppose you can keep it."
"Thank you for being generous about something that you almost stepped on," Diane said and then sighed.
