[Well, you just continue to confuse him, Jun. He's unsure what to make of it, unsure what to make of him — he figures he must be like Fuuka though, if he's able to sense something like that. Part of him grows protective, unwilling to just reveal the others to this stranger, as he didn't know what his intentions were, or who he was. But, it wasn't like he hadn't taken a chance with Ryuji, right? In this strange place in the middle of nowhere, other Persona users ought to stick together, really. This guy certainly needed a hand, at the very least.]
There's no one named Maya here, or Tatsuya.
[There, that's where he'd start, while he thinks up a course of action.]
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There's no one named Maya here, or Tatsuya.
[There, that's where he'd start, while he thinks up a course of action.]