So this will end everything...
In the timeless embrace of the Velvet Room, Jun wakes for the first time in months. Beladonna's song cuts clear into his ears, and there's a feeling in his chest, warm and homey, that for a moment he can't describe.
Hermes
The name drifts into his mind and Jun could cry right there, even not knowing a single other thing about how long he's been there, or what all has happened.
He hasn't had his Persona for a long time.
From where he sits, perched in his chair, Igor gives a crooked grin half hidden by his hooked nose to Jun. "So you did wake, good for you. You're friends went through a lot of trouble to go fetch you."
Jun pales, and looks at the proprietor of this sanctuary. His friends? In an instant the trials they'd gone through come to the surface.
Katsuya, Miss Rebecca, Ramon and Hippolyta (it took him a moment to recall them and the Nexus), and...Tatsuya. All of them had come to Nyarlathotep's stronghold. They'd been ready of course, and Jun had sent wave after wave of demons at them in hopes of driving them away.
They had cut, shot, and plowed their way through everything, with the same solid intentions as Jun remembered Tatsuya's group having on The Other Side so long ago. Jun felt sick, thinking at how he had been the one to order their deaths.
How he has gotten up and challenged them once they had arrived at his hideout. Jun trembles on the floor of the Velvet Room. He'd lost, but once he had been defeated he knew what lay before them.
Nyarlathotep.
With the strings of his puppet severed, Jun knew...he knew what the God would do. A personal hell, mental torment publicly put out for all the others to see. The same display that had eventually broken Jun so many months before.
Had any of them caved? Weakened their resolve? Jun doesn't know. He doesn't know how any of them fared. Only that someone had to, because he's here in the Velvet Room, and for once The Voices are gone.
"Don't shake so much, you. It's no wonder you were possessed so easily.." Igor studies Jun with a noncomittal chuckle and nods, "after all, yer other half of your Self has been stuck here. How can anyone with half a soul stand up to the Crawling Chaos, hm?" He laughs quietly, and points his cane at Jun. "Now, can you stand? No one's going to pick you up, now. You're on your own again..."
On his own...
Jun nods, and carefully, shakily, gets to his feet. There were no strings, there was no will other than his own. Weak as he was, Jun smiles when he notes a primrose tucked neatly in his shirt pocket. A symbol of hope.
He looks around, to see if maybe someone else was still there...He had many thanks to give, and many more apologies. It was time to start living again. Jun hopes he still remembers how.
((OOC: Here's the ficpost sort of tying up the threads of this plot. After I get some sleep, I'll probably put up Katsuya's mindfuck experience up here. Sorry again that this didn't work out..))