[He missed the shot, but certainly did not miss her attitude (pun intended). Taking advantage of the fact he hasn't been spotted yet, Saito takes aim at her form again—
But since when did she begin swirling without even moving from that same spot where she's still standing? And not only her, the carpet of sand beneath her, and the waves breaking on the shore... everything is moving erratically. He feels his balance swaying along, but only tightens his hold on the gun's grip. With an annoyed click of his tongue, he tries to renew his focus: the one responsible for putting him in this current state is right there, merely a couple of steps away! He wants — needs — fill that (supposedly) still body with bullet holes, to make her go through the same torment and satiate his anger!
But that thought only fuels the distortions further, as though some kind of firewall was installed in his mind to block or corrupt attempts to access the functions of his brain that once brought him gratification.]
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But since when did she begin swirling without even moving from that same spot where she's still standing? And not only her, the carpet of sand beneath her, and the waves breaking on the shore... everything is moving erratically. He feels his balance swaying along, but only tightens his hold on the gun's grip. With an annoyed click of his tongue, he tries to renew his focus: the one responsible for putting him in this current state is right there, merely a couple of steps away! He wants — needs — fill that (supposedly) still body with bullet holes, to make her go through the same torment and satiate his anger!
But that thought only fuels the distortions further, as though some kind of firewall was installed in his mind to block or corrupt attempts to access the functions of his brain that once brought him gratification.]