No, Albert, they're not. You can guess what someone will do one hundred, one thousand times, but you can't read their mind.
[ A short, frustrated huff. William knew better than anyone his friend's incredible capacity for perception, how easily and methodically he assessed others and their motives—but that was rarely from a distance. He'd been shot by a crazed stranger, not anyone he'd had time to study. Someone whose entire readable motive was a lack of desire to be arrested and sent to prison. That was it, and it was maddening to think that Albert potentially didn't see it that way.
No rhyme, no reason. His reflexes had been faster than Wesker's, or Albert had been caught off-guard. That tiny difference in inborn ability was all it would have taken to kill him—what if the still unidentified shooter hadn't decided to rent a place two miles from a hospital? What if the bullet in his side had hit the renal artery instead of the bottom of a rib? ]
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[ A short, frustrated huff. William knew better than anyone his friend's incredible capacity for perception, how easily and methodically he assessed others and their motives—but that was rarely from a distance. He'd been shot by a crazed stranger, not anyone he'd had time to study. Someone whose entire readable motive was a lack of desire to be arrested and sent to prison. That was it, and it was maddening to think that Albert potentially didn't see it that way.
No rhyme, no reason. His reflexes had been faster than Wesker's, or Albert had been caught off-guard. That tiny difference in inborn ability was all it would have taken to kill him—what if the still unidentified shooter hadn't decided to rent a place two miles from a hospital? What if the bullet in his side had hit the renal artery instead of the bottom of a rib? ]