Sakaki gripped his gun tight, holding it against his chest. He told himself to calm down, to think clearly, to pause before acting.

He glanced over at Amon, reminding himself how he was supposed to look when doing this job. Hunters were supposed to be smooth and capable; they were supposed to be able to do their jobs without sustaining a major injury. Amon did it right.

Sakaki knew it was a joke now. His injuries, being chewed out, the way they always watched his back.

Someday he'd surprise them.

Someday, when they didn't expect it, he'd get it right.