[He's crying. He's holding her tight enough that she can't see anything else but him crying. It stirs something in her heart, thawing the ice and the hesitation enough that she looks at him with quiet concern. He shouldn't be crying. It inexplicably makes her want to cry, too. His pain is hers, and if nobody will conquer whatever made him cry for his sake, then she will. She's an outsider and a leader, a ghost and a survivor. A dichotomy in one body, and she is--
Minako takes in a sharp breath, and the rush of memories that return in that instant leave her breathless, aching with love and pain and anger. SEES and Persona. The Dark Hour and Ryoji and Nyx. Graduation Day. That's right. She remembers everything now. Minako's expression turns fierce, eyes blazing red in a refusal to be shaken by any more lies.]
You're Minato Arisato.
[Minako reaches out and cups his face between her hands. She smiles, radiant and determined, as she squishes his cheeks.]
You're me, and I'm you, and we're both our own selves.
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Minako takes in a sharp breath, and the rush of memories that return in that instant leave her breathless, aching with love and pain and anger. SEES and Persona. The Dark Hour and Ryoji and Nyx. Graduation Day. That's right. She remembers everything now. Minako's expression turns fierce, eyes blazing red in a refusal to be shaken by any more lies.]
You're Minato Arisato.
[Minako reaches out and cups his face between her hands. She smiles, radiant and determined, as she squishes his cheeks.]
You're me, and I'm you, and we're both our own selves.