[For one long, horrible moment, she wonders if Souji's killed someone.
It's just that he says I don't know what we did and I don't know what to do, and Rosalind has an awful mental image of one of those Personas, large and intimidating, stained bloody. How hard would it be to kill with one of those? Not very, she imagines, and if it was a situation where he felt a gaping sense of loss, where he needed something to fill that void . . .
But no. No, he hasn't.]
You can start by sitting down.
[She says it softly, but there's a note of firmness there, making it clear this is an instruction.]
Tatsuma's story . . . was his person murdered? Was that the revenge he was seeking?
[(Later, she'll have to think on the fact her first instinct wouldn't have been to call the police, but rather help Souji).]
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It's just that he says I don't know what we did and I don't know what to do, and Rosalind has an awful mental image of one of those Personas, large and intimidating, stained bloody. How hard would it be to kill with one of those? Not very, she imagines, and if it was a situation where he felt a gaping sense of loss, where he needed something to fill that void . . .
But no. No, he hasn't.]
You can start by sitting down.
[She says it softly, but there's a note of firmness there, making it clear this is an instruction.]
Tatsuma's story . . . was his person murdered? Was that the revenge he was seeking?
[(Later, she'll have to think on the fact her first instinct wouldn't have been to call the police, but rather help Souji).]