( he strains to listen to her movements, trying to pinpoint where she is in relation to him. he doesn't raise the gun up again but he does shift a bit, trying to keep her in front of him since he's useless if someone gets behind him now.
he can hear the sound of boots scuffing the ground and he focuses there, blinking and watching the spot where he thinks she might be. he can't tell, he could be off and the frustration rises again.
it would be easy to back away, he thinks. move, run, go somewhere that he can't be found but where would that even be? how would he even get there?
she asks him something and he knows he's not going to be able to lie about this. he can't cover up blindness so instead, he doesn't say anything. his breathing is rough, strained, and so loud to his own ears.
words fail so he gives his head he tiniest shake to tell her that no, he can't see her. the admittance is enough to make his fingers tighten around the rifle again, palms sweaty and dirty but solid. he can't see but he can still pull a trigger. )
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he can hear the sound of boots scuffing the ground and he focuses there, blinking and watching the spot where he thinks she might be. he can't tell, he could be off and the frustration rises again.
it would be easy to back away, he thinks. move, run, go somewhere that he can't be found but where would that even be? how would he even get there?
she asks him something and he knows he's not going to be able to lie about this. he can't cover up blindness so instead, he doesn't say anything. his breathing is rough, strained, and so loud to his own ears.
words fail so he gives his head he tiniest shake to tell her that no, he can't see her. the admittance is enough to make his fingers tighten around the rifle again, palms sweaty and dirty but solid. he can't see but he can still pull a trigger. )