Yusuke always appreciated a little creative (or dramatic) flare to any fight, after all. Why not have fun and throw a few clever quips around here and there? “Why thank you, Aerith.” He responded with a little half bow and a sweep of an arm, smiling with some satisfaction that the wererats seemed to have given up their game. “I dare say we make an excellent team once again.” He added, securing the sword back in its scabbard and turning his attention to the remaining papers and belongings that had been abandoned on the ground once the creatures gave up.

“I have much to thank my other self for. Goemon is an incredible ally in these situations.” He certainly hadn’t known the first thing about wielding a sword before forming a contract with his persona. The teen can’t help but think to himself. “Even the increased speed is something of a gift from him, an ability he acquired through the course of our partnership.” He commented absentmindedly as he began to gather the scattered pages to return to her. He was pretty sure he’d seen some kind of odd planter, as well… Hopefully, that hadn’t sustained damages.

Glancing up from the task, he hummed thoughtfully. “Do you think so? I’m a little more accustomed to fights in spaces or situations such as these, I admit.” When you ran into shadows while infiltrating a palace or delving into the depths of mementos.