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“Looking at these Shadows is gonna give me nightmares,” Makoto says after the team piled in after another fight against difficult shadows.
Ryuji crosses his legs on his seat, his knee hitting Ann. Ryuji hides his obvious grin and answers Makoto, “Just beat the crap out of 'em if they show up in your dreams!”
“I don’t think that would work that great,” Ann winced, “Like, how is she supposed to control stuff in her dreams?”
Yusuke pulls out his sketchbook and pencils. He draws a line before shutting the book and sighs, “I understand, Makoto. No matter how I try, I can't capture my dreams in painting…”
Ann looks back at Yusuke and gives him a soft smile, “I get it. I can’t remember a lot of the stuff in my dreams either.”
“I usually don’t either. Although it seems like whenever I do, shadows are involved,” Makoto sighs. She rests her arms on her lap and looks out the window.
Quietly, Haru adds, “I had a dream about Shadows… but it was actually quite fun!”
Makoto turns to suspiciously glance at Haru next to her, “What do you mean your dream with shadows was fun?”
Haru thoughtfully presses her finger on the tip of her chin, “Well, in my dream we were all riding our personas the same way you use Johanna. We were holding out our weapons and driving right through all the shadows!.”
“That sounds kinda cool!” Ryuji encourages, “How did it go? Was it like Mona bumping into shit?”
Haru shakes her head, “No. My ax cut right through every single shadow. It was a euphoric experience watching them fall apart with each slice and beg for mercy.”
The van becomes quiet, the rattling sound of Mona’s tires against the rails echoes loudly. Makoto slides an inch away from the smiling Haru.
Goro slowly turns his face to Haru with mild concern before he looks to Ren, “Is she always like this?”
Ren doesn’t answer that question. Instead, he clears his throat from the driver’s seat, “Haru you’re on the backlines until I feel like you’re not a threat to the team anymore.”
Ryuji and Ann pull out pieces of paper and check off another box. “That’s the third time Haru got put in time out for saying something kinda threatening to the team,” Ryuji notes.
Ann grabs onto Ren’s seat and smiles at him. Ren rolls his eyes and pushes her head back slightly. “I already told you,” Ren complains, “I’m not paying for everyone’s ramen when we hit ten threats.”
The van roars in protests.