[Goddamn it. He didn't want to explain himself here. He didn't want to explain himself ever, really, and Qrow hadn't pushed him when he said he didn't want to kill anyone and hadn't asked him to summon Castor. He'd been doing okay, dragging himself to combat class and getting through each day even when it was a trial to want to get up in the morning.

Now they're here, in the midst of this mess, and Shinjiro realizes on some level that a simulation can't possibly be as dangerous as the real Dark Hour, but the simulation's outside of the Dojo and either magic or a ghost (???) is possibly involved and he doesn't know how those things intersect. He hasn't been in the habit of carrying a weapon around just walking around the Moon Base and now all he's got to defend himself with is a Persona that isn't simulated.

He can't look at Qrow while he's having this conversation, though. Can't stand that sympathetic expression in his eyes like he's the one who deserves it. Aki and Mitsuru gave him those sad looks too, back then, and he hates it now as much as he hated it then. He stares pointedly at the ground as he takes a shaky breath.]

My Persona's unstable, for some reason. I could lose control, and you ain't got a Persona to fight back with, if I do.