Oops. Looks like not even Ren, level-headed though he may usually be, is immune to an occasional case of overdoing it. His last Metaverse fight was months ago by now, and Arsène had convinced Ren that they both could use a little bit of running wild.

So run wild they did, to the point of making the unwise decision to split off from the rest of the party. And it felt good, like slipping into a well-worn jacket on a brisk autumn day. To his own surprise, Ren’s missed this - the adrenaline rush of a fight, pushing his body to move in familiar patterns, the thrill of a victory won.

And Arsène - his first Persona, and the only one to make the journey here with Ren. An old friend reunited, a thrumming piece of his soul - it was good to have him back again.

“Ah - sorry about that, miss.” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck and offers a sheepish smile. “Are you hurt?”

Around the assorted debris, he carefully starts walking toward her, surveying the damage. Hopefully that wasn’t a load-bearing wall.