1: Looks like I won this time…
2: I can't stop now.
3: I should leave them be...
4: Calm down. You won't be able to win when you're that worked up.
Yu: Facing myself, hm…? It seems the time has come for me too.
Yosuke: The last time we went at each other was at the river… Haha, that brings back memories.
Yukiko: Her attacks were a lot more vicious than you'd expect… That was a close fight.
Teddie: I couldn't read his movements at all… I'll get tripped up if I underestimate him.
Naoto: If she was paying close attention to my moves, I'm not so sure I could win a second time…
Aigis: She has the same power of the Wild Card… This feels so strange…
Labrys: Make sure you take care of that Persona… It's your other self, after all.
Elizabeth: Could the younger sister Margaret mentioned be…?
1: Whew, it's finally over… Yikes, now that I'm out of danger, I gotta
A small chunk of rice landed upon Yukiko’s cheek, causing the long haired and lithe high-schooler to pause her own meal. She was sitting on the edge of the roof for her lunch, as had become habit of late. In her lap was a modest sized bento box containing a few clumps of untouched rice with seaweed and two pieces of candy, with thin slices of salmon between them. Study food. Lowering her chopsticks, she brushed the edible missile from her face and spoke to her companion.
“Chie, would it be alright if you slowed down just a bit?”
The amber-haired young woman sitting across from her jerked slightly, as if she had been nudged out of a trance. A strip of flattened beef hung from her lips, and a cloud of mashed rice could be seen in the spaces between her teeth. In her right hand she held a ball of the ivory grain with sauce-stained chopsticks. Her left gen