[He's more together than her right now. Her aura should be some indication of that, as red wisps start reaching for him like fingers. His belligerence isn't helping matters because she'd had to do the same thing to their leader. She's still near the breaking point though, those red tendrils swirling dangerously. He's Ryuji, he's just going to make matters worse, and her eyes only get redder and redder, deep boiling pools of wrath. The only thing that keeps her from slugging him is the fact that he is Ryuji but that's beginning to seem like a poor excuse.
Until he says something unexpected.
You're Makoto.
She freezes, the light seizing up, not vanishing yet...]
...Then...what is this? [She doesn't snarl but she does speak with the low voice of someone filled with anger and no valve.]
This...anger. It isn't going away. It's not like in the Metaverse.
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Until he says something unexpected.
You're Makoto.
She freezes, the light seizing up, not vanishing yet...]
...Then...what is this? [She doesn't snarl but she does speak with the low voice of someone filled with anger and no valve.]
This...anger. It isn't going away. It's not like in the Metaverse.