"Trust me, there's never been someone who could shoot a gun the way I do." It was an arrogant, cocky thing to say but Dex could actually back up what he said with physical proof of just how good he was. There was maybe a handful of people of people who could do what he did worldwide and he'd still bet he'd come out on top going against any of them.

"Shit, I don't know," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Probably have the word 'lucky' in there. Ironically of course. My luck has always been consistently bad over the course of my life." It was like he'd been born with an upside horseshoe hanging over his head or something with how many bad things that weren't even within his power to control kept happening to him.