[Seito wasn't in much better shape, though at least he wasn't burned up like Minato. He struggled to stay conscious, wrapping an arm around Minako as he shuffled up a bit, half leaning on her, half supporting his own weight as best he could. He tried to reach out, trying to control Magatsu Izanagi, but the Persona would have none of it; it had done it's good deed for the night.]
[The Persona focused its chaotic wrath on the pumpkin, tearing off a chuck of the gourd and flinging it toward the two of them, as if to remind them that they had no control over it. Problem was, Magatsu going off on its own was even more taxing on Seito, and the Persona was starting to fade as he fought to remain conscious.]
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[The Persona focused its chaotic wrath on the pumpkin, tearing off a chuck of the gourd and flinging it toward the two of them, as if to remind them that they had no control over it. Problem was, Magatsu going off on its own was even more taxing on Seito, and the Persona was starting to fade as he fought to remain conscious.]