Atsuro seems a bit resigned about the whole business as he edges backwards with Neige, though he does strain a bit to try and see what his capricious Persona was attempting to do. Honestly, sometimes, it was more trouble than it was worth. He wonders, perhaps, if Personae from the Velvet Room were just generally more temperamental and more prone to acting out by themselves; this was hardly the action he would have chosen to take had he had his druthers. Enki never decided to explode out of the blue; least of all when --

His thoughts are interrupted by that point by the fulfillment of his prophetic words.

The fiery explosion is enough to be uncomfortably hot on Atsuro's flesh even at the distance they are standing; he throws his arms up instinctively to defend himself, but finds that he is experiencing no real pain or discomfort. Chouchin-obake, it seems, had not been injured in all of this. Perhaps the same couldn't be said for the Guardians...