Proverbial hackles raised, hearing that voice was his first sign that something was wrong... very wrong. He hadn't heard that voice since last May, back when his heart was laid bare before a group of strangers. That other side of him was accepted, all of his desperate desire and frustration with the world around him. He shouldn't be hearing it anymore!

But his Persona was locked away thanks to BREW. Was it possible to have his Shadow Self come back, break free and start everything all over again? Had he lost sight of everything he'd been fighting so hard for?

Her hands were warm against his face, dispelling those thoughts and some of that hissing static, his own skin far too cool and a little clammy. His eyes narrowed, unsure as they focused on her lips and not those trails of blood still running down her face. Tifa was speaking to him, but his ears were full of television static, those whispers to hear. He caught his name, and 'out'.

The boy was turned, and his legs felt stiff, heavy when he finally moved them again. Where were they going? Weren't they going the wrong way? Yet despite his struggles, his snarled "NO"'s, there was no breaking her grip.