Celty: You know how, no matter how good a martial artist is, you can just shoot him in the head and it's over? Shizuo's the gun.
And still, she felt like it was hard to breathe, as though his very presence sucked the air away. She felt like she might if someone had a gun to her head, with no intention of pulling the trigger. It was there, devastating power that could end her existence in a heartbeat. The fact that he didnít plan to use it didnít matter.