[ Shit. That pretty much confirms his hunch: this is no ordinary drowning, but rather, the work of a shadow. Caramia's own.
Akechi's hand is quick to draw his gun - the toy ray gun he'd been using against shadows, that is - and he moves closer to the water's edge, trying to spot the shadow and take aim, but it's no use; it's just too dark to make out any concrete shapes, let alone something that blends right in with all shades of gray and black that can be seen. Would it even work if he were to shoot it from the surface, though? Without the power of cognition, this is just a toy, and while the light it produces is real, it might not be bright enough to hit the target. If only he could use his Persona, then surely...
No. That would mean revealing his secret, and by all means, that would be a stupid idea. He needs to think, come up with a different plan, and quick, or else Caramia would-- ]
Damn. [ In what may be an even stupider idea, he swiftly discards his jacket and shoes and dives straight in, gun in his dominant hand. Even from up close, there's not a lot he can distinguish, though he can take a reasonable guess. So he shoots once, twice, then one more time, feeble beams of light aimed in different directions - next to Caramia's left foot, the right leg, his midriff, places where his shadow could conceivably be grabbing on to and pulling. But is it even going to succeed?
Well. They can at least hope it won't further anger the shadow. ]
poor dad!
Akechi's hand is quick to draw his gun - the toy ray gun he'd been using against shadows, that is - and he moves closer to the water's edge, trying to spot the shadow and take aim, but it's no use; it's just too dark to make out any concrete shapes, let alone something that blends right in with all shades of gray and black that can be seen. Would it even work if he were to shoot it from the surface, though? Without the power of cognition, this is just a toy, and while the light it produces is real, it might not be bright enough to hit the target. If only he could use his Persona, then surely...
No. That would mean revealing his secret, and by all means, that would be a stupid idea. He needs to think, come up with a different plan, and quick, or else Caramia would-- ]
Damn. [ In what may be an even stupider idea, he swiftly discards his jacket and shoes and dives straight in, gun in his dominant hand. Even from up close, there's not a lot he can distinguish, though he can take a reasonable guess. So he shoots once, twice, then one more time, feeble beams of light aimed in different directions - next to Caramia's left foot, the right leg, his midriff, places where his shadow could conceivably be grabbing on to and pulling. But is it even going to succeed?
Well. They can at least hope it won't further anger the shadow. ]