And he said "take my hand, live while you can..."
[Some time in between the battle with Izanami and the start of the new school term, the much changed world inside the TV had become his place of solace. The fog-covered, dangerous dungeons of the old world had been replaced by wide, sweeping landscapes that reminded him of Camelot. Of Johto. Places like this are difficult to find in the modern world, even in small, rural Inaba.
As soon as he'd been convinced the others wouldn't regain their memories, Merlin had made a habit of stopping here from time to time, releasing Viridios just to stir up a wind like he'd have felt in either world he'd once called "home."
He does that now, standing in a field of wildflowers, his Persona hovering close. In such a place, it's easier to let his thoughts drift to his argument with Yosuke just a week before, to wonder how things had gone so wrong and if there is a way to put everything back to the way it was before.]
As soon as he'd been convinced the others wouldn't regain their memories, Merlin had made a habit of stopping here from time to time, releasing Viridios just to stir up a wind like he'd have felt in either world he'd once called "home."
He does that now, standing in a field of wildflowers, his Persona hovering close. In such a place, it's easier to let his thoughts drift to his argument with Yosuke just a week before, to wonder how things had gone so wrong and if there is a way to put everything back to the way it was before.]