[Slicing down that manic dog is a part of the pleasantries of this place. He isn't upset to put a feral creature in its place.

The blanket is new - a feature that blinks into existence in a manner so picturesque, he thinks it's something from a book instead of her memories. He joins all the same - sitting politely by the edge as he watches her pick at the flowers.]

Suffice to say while you may be tired of it, please remember you still have to. Your dream is a reprieve, but reality requires it.

[But-

"you probably didn't have to fight" is true. He didn't have to.

He chose to walk into Mementos with blade and gun, turn people's souls into muck and ash, press a gun to the head of his 'friend' and watch the drip, drip, drip of blood pepper the ground.

No, he didn't have to. Wasn't forced to. But he did, he does, and he will continue until Shido's head is laying at his feet.]

A rowdy perpetrator wasn't uncommon - however, I'm unaccustomed to this degree of battle. It's quite tiring at times.