Sébastien woke quietly, covered in sweat as he carefully tested his movements, the sat, then finally got back on his feet. His broken legs, his expelling from the Opera, his years rotting as an underpaid retail monkey walking with a cane on good days, the excruciating pain whenever he tried to dance... god, he felt nauseous just thinking about it again. And as much as he wanted to run away to never have to be affected by that monster's illusions again... well, there was no way he could. So he might as well stop shitting his pants and try to not be a nuisance anymore.

"Anyone needs help?" he asked, placing himself behind the now armed Shinjiro before summoning his Persona for a touch of Dark Humour to the monster while it was down.