[That Ryuji knows the answers to...? Ha, hilarious. Ryuji doesn't know a damn thing, that's the entirety of the problem here. He's reeling. Part of his flare up of anger--and shaken surprise that resembles anger in the way it scalds--is rooted in how badly Mondo's mindscape had caught him off guard.
I should have done something. I should have stopped it. I should have done something. Around and around and around turns an illogical wheel of regret that he can't seem to stop.]
What kinda crap is that?
[If he's going to answer questions with questions, he could at least make them good ones.]
You've rubbed me wrong since day effin' one, but even so, I wasn't expectin' that. That...
[He's at a loss for the right words to encompass the grisly scene they'd left behind. Stupidly, he feels betrayed. He's entered the mental landscapes of other people plenty of times, but almost always knowing what they were capable of beforehand, the crimes they'd committed. Steeled to see it reflected in their Palaces.
--Almost always.
He'd been caught off guard the first time with Kamoshida, unprepared to find out just how bad it was. It'd been a rude awakening, just as it is now. He can't help but feel a personal edge of indignation toward Mondo for unknowingly blindsiding him again, finding a crack in the thick skin he'd worn to face down dozens of murderers back in the Metaverse.
This is different. It feels more personal. He'd been a part of it; now he's too close. He can't detach. He can't... get that girl's face out of his head. Anger is a comforting and familiar blanket to pull over him in the waking world the same way he puts on his Skull mask in the cognitive one.]
Why? [It has the despairing disorientation of a child finding out the world is inherently unfair. Why do bad things have to happen?] Why'd you do it?
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I should have done something. I should have stopped it. I should have done something. Around and around and around turns an illogical wheel of regret that he can't seem to stop.]
What kinda crap is that?
[If he's going to answer questions with questions, he could at least make them good ones.]
You've rubbed me wrong since day effin' one, but even so, I wasn't expectin' that. That...
[He's at a loss for the right words to encompass the grisly scene they'd left behind. Stupidly, he feels betrayed. He's entered the mental landscapes of other people plenty of times, but almost always knowing what they were capable of beforehand, the crimes they'd committed. Steeled to see it reflected in their Palaces.
--Almost always.
He'd been caught off guard the first time with Kamoshida, unprepared to find out just how bad it was. It'd been a rude awakening, just as it is now. He can't help but feel a personal edge of indignation toward Mondo for unknowingly blindsiding him again, finding a crack in the thick skin he'd worn to face down dozens of murderers back in the Metaverse.
This is different. It feels more personal. He'd been a part of it; now he's too close. He can't detach. He can't... get that girl's face out of his head. Anger is a comforting and familiar blanket to pull over him in the waking world the same way he puts on his Skull mask in the cognitive one.]
Why? [It has the despairing disorientation of a child finding out the world is inherently unfair. Why do bad things have to happen?] Why'd you do it?