Time—he needed time.
In the span of a mere twenty or thirty seconds, one crisis had followed another, each one sudden and incomprehensible.
But Chaisi knew that if he just had a little time, he could connect those "points of light" and arrange them into a clear, understandable picture.
The world might be chaotic and complex, but Chaisi believed everything could be understood in the same way: first, you grasp enough key pieces of information from the surrounding chaos and noise. Then, you use those points to connect the lines and sketch out the shape, pulling the entire framework of the situation to the surface.
However, time was precisely what he lacked at that moment.
When Chaisi turned his head and his gaze fell on the pitch-black glass bulging high into the car, he knew he'd made an unavoidable mistake. It was impossible *not* to look at the window; anyone in his shoes would have. But the moment he did, his concentration was broken.
