Carl sighed, hearing Prim was a little frustrated with him and the gun just by hearing her voice. Well he didn't care what she thought. Carl had practically grown up with a gun in his hand, so he felt much safer with it out than with it put away. "They aren't useless. If someone came at us with a knife to try and kill us, one shot at him with this gun and he'd no longer be a threat. But if I didn't have this gun and someone came at us with a knife, we could be dead in minutes, even seconds. So the real useless thing would be not having one. So whether you're offended or not, I'm afraid the gun stays out," he replied. He wasn't going to listen to the complains of some... little girl. Sure, he was a boy himself, but the apocalypse had molded him into a man, at least, in his own eyes it had.