[Shinjiro's agitated enough by the point of you could've walked away that he's ready for a fresh new outburst of yelling; his mouth is pressed into a thin line and his shoulders are coiled tight like someone gearing up for a fight, but then Lion apologizes and it takes the wind right out from Shinjiro's sails. He just looks tired, after that, and it's clear he's still upset, but it takes him a couple minutes before he settles on actually....talking about it.

Much as he tries to keep others away from him, he still has a hard time explaining why. He turns to the side, unable to look at Lion as he tries to find his words, and he scrubs at his face with a hand.]

...Castor is unstable, alright? I ain't always got control of 'im. He could've started thrashing halfway up, or thrown you when you held on, or any number of things.

[His fists bunch up in the fabric of his coat, and it's a struggle to unclench his jaw.]

He ain't made for savin' shit.

[Shinjiro's not meant for saving people. All he knows how to do is destroy things. That Lion is alive is a stroke of good luck the likes of which Shinjiro didn't know he could still have, and he's still scared. Every time he summons his Persona he's scared, and the only one that comes close to understanding that pain is Qrow, who thinks he should try anyway.]

Do you get it? Relyin' on me'n Castor for this kinda shit ain't safe.