"All right." Okay. Fine. This is fine. Perfectly fine. He trusts Ren, obviously. Ren wouldn't lie. It's just...

So many painful memories. Rage burning, bubbling with in him. Anguished screams of murderous intent. His friends, his family seeing him, and...

He reaches for his mask again, trying to steady his breathing, trying to keep a cool head.

It's okay. It's gonna be okay. He just needs to rip off the bandage. Get it over with.

And so he rips the mask off. "Persona!"

There's a flash of red. A howl of laughter. The often overlooked Persona descends, striped and grinning with razor sharp teeth and slivers of gold eyes and braids swishing, and those sure are gold hooves, and that sure is a huge sword.