[It can't be, it can't be. One dead, two, ten, a thousand, the bodies countless and innumerable, but they can't all be dead. There's no way, no accepting the sheer amount of death and destruction at his feet. All the while, something's festering in Akira that he can't ignore, the feeling of something more powerful than him threatening to claw its way out and overtake him.
In the corner of his eye, Akira sees Solomon there. He fights to reach out a hand and his body refuses to cooperate. He can't possibly reach Solomon when every cell in his body is screaming out in pain, his sense of self pushed down, crushed, suffocated. Some part of him, the will and the ego and the self, is going to die.]
You can't- You can't do this—! Satanael!
[He calls for his Persona knowing it won't come, knowing he's dying out to the power threatening to overwhelm him, but there has to be something, something, something he can do—]
Solomon...! Hey! Help me!
[—Even if that something is calling out for help like he seldom has before.]
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In the corner of his eye, Akira sees Solomon there. He fights to reach out a hand and his body refuses to cooperate. He can't possibly reach Solomon when every cell in his body is screaming out in pain, his sense of self pushed down, crushed, suffocated. Some part of him, the will and the ego and the self, is going to die.]
You can't- You can't do this—! Satanael!
[He calls for his Persona knowing it won't come, knowing he's dying out to the power threatening to overwhelm him, but there has to be something, something, something he can do—]
Solomon...! Hey! Help me!
[—Even if that something is calling out for help like he seldom has before.]