It's... a small comfort, at least, that I wouldn't pursue someone like that of my own will.
[It still makes her uncomfortable to go outside when it's a foggy day. She keeps thinking that man will find her again, even though she knows it's over.]
And... I know you said we shouldn't make assumptions based on what little memories we have, but I believe we try to change his heart? Her father's, I mean.
Your tastes are far more superior than that specimen. That I can confirm with complete truth.
... If she were suffering and the thieves got wind of it, chances are we probably did intervene one way or another, yes. Finding those in need, who couldn't be helped through regular means, and helping them where others wouldn't...
[That first part actually does make her smile and laugh. It's pretty much exactly what she needed, too.]
Thank you. I'm glad you have such faith in my tastes.
I remember awakening to my Persona, and I didn't know who he was at first. But even though he looked... bizarre, he still looked just like him. Her... my? father.
I was betraying his wants and expectations, announcing that I'd no longer be his subservient puppet. Recalling that last memory now, those pieces fit together now, at least in some way.
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[It still makes her uncomfortable to go outside when it's a foggy day. She keeps thinking that man will find her again, even though she knows it's over.]
And... I know you said we shouldn't make assumptions based on what little memories we have, but I believe we try to change his heart? Her father's, I mean.
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... If she were suffering and the thieves got wind of it, chances are we probably did intervene one way or another, yes. Finding those in need, who couldn't be helped through regular means, and helping them where others wouldn't...
That was very much their thing.
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Thank you. I'm glad you have such faith in my tastes.
I remember awakening to my Persona, and I didn't know who he was at first. But even though he looked... bizarre, he still looked just like him. Her... my? father.
I was betraying his wants and expectations, announcing that I'd no longer be his subservient puppet. Recalling that last memory now, those pieces fit together now, at least in some way.
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Breaking away from something that hurt us, or smothered us when it should have been helping us.