He wasn't the most in control guy you'd find. Ever since Shinjiro had first summoned his Persona, he'd been trapped in a constant battle of wills with the thing. It had always seemed like a metaphor for himself, which was poignant in that it was a part of him. Did it imply he didn't have control over himself or did it say something else? He hadn't spent too much time pondering it, really, though more than once recently he'd watched Mitsuru practicing or idly using her powers and wished he could use his with such precision.

It was better now than it had been when he'd had to resort to drugs to keep it in check, but only marginally. At least Castor didn't try to kill him most days. He could almost be normal.

In fact, he was making his way to the market to get some supplies for dinner when Artemisia manifested in the middle of the market. He reacted before he thought, rushing to her side as the Persona sought to choke the life out of her, but she as gone before he made it there.

He had his arms around her, checking for breathing, even as he was coming to a stop.

"Mitsuru? Hey, can you hear me?"