[Nobody said that he'll have to follow through. In fact, if something were to happen to Junko shortly after this, he'll act as surprised as everyone else. Bobby Fulbright would never act on a petty grudge, after all. And he'd certainly never do anything outside the bounds of the law. Whether the Phantom would is a whole other matter.]
My duty- is to protect people, not punish them. That's up to the court system. Good day, Miss Enoshima.
[With that, he rips his amulet from his arm, drops it on the floor and waits. He waits for the turmoil to die down, both inside his head and around him. The trouble is, it doesn't. While the place eventually brightens up again, revealing just how much property damage has been caused, the fires don't quite die down. The cold doesn't quite disappear. The pain in his chest and in his head won't quite dissipate.
He's still in despair. It just won't leave him, and the fact that it won't leave him is exactly what keeps causing him to experience more despair. A vicious cycle, just as it always is when it comes to his emotions.
He waits and he waits until he can't stand it anymore. That's when he crawls over to his bed, ripping up one of the floorboards beneath it. Below it is a small, secret trove of treasure. Assorted notes on various information he's gathered over the past nine months (it's only due to a bit of reflex that he even bothered, because none of this is particularly secret), as well as little bits of 'evidence' that he's snatched up here and there. A piece of marble from the statue of Sosyne's shrine in Inoman, some shards of armor from the world's surface and one more thing.
Toxin from the Exterobus Apathes parasite.
He pocketed it when he was in Kimishima's clinic a few weeks ago. The Phantom, that is, not Bobby Fulbright. Bobby would never steal. Bobby would never think to use this stuff as a defense against Junko, either. After all, it'd been made perfectly clear that PAS can no longer affect her. That doesn't matter. There's more ways to put this stuff to good use. It's dangerous- the cause of a lethal illness, but right now he doesn't care anymore. All common sense has been foregone. A microscopic hit is all he needs. Just enough to get his psyche back in order. Just enough to vanquish those pesky emotions.
Once he's built up enough apathy to have it become a line of defense against Junko's despair, that's when the Phantom will find a way to deal with her.]
[Voice]
My duty- is to protect people, not punish them. That's up to the court system. Good day, Miss Enoshima.
[With that, he rips his amulet from his arm, drops it on the floor and waits. He waits for the turmoil to die down, both inside his head and around him. The trouble is, it doesn't. While the place eventually brightens up again, revealing just how much property damage has been caused, the fires don't quite die down. The cold doesn't quite disappear. The pain in his chest and in his head won't quite dissipate.
He's still in despair. It just won't leave him, and the fact that it won't leave him is exactly what keeps causing him to experience more despair. A vicious cycle, just as it always is when it comes to his emotions.
He waits and he waits until he can't stand it anymore. That's when he crawls over to his bed, ripping up one of the floorboards beneath it. Below it is a small, secret trove of treasure. Assorted notes on various information he's gathered over the past nine months (it's only due to a bit of reflex that he even bothered, because none of this is particularly secret), as well as little bits of 'evidence' that he's snatched up here and there. A piece of marble from the statue of Sosyne's shrine in Inoman, some shards of armor from the world's surface and one more thing.
Toxin from the Exterobus Apathes parasite.
He pocketed it when he was in Kimishima's clinic a few weeks ago. The Phantom, that is, not Bobby Fulbright. Bobby would never steal. Bobby would never think to use this stuff as a defense against Junko, either. After all, it'd been made perfectly clear that PAS can no longer affect her. That doesn't matter. There's more ways to put this stuff to good use. It's dangerous- the cause of a lethal illness, but right now he doesn't care anymore. All common sense has been foregone. A microscopic hit is all he needs. Just enough to get his psyche back in order. Just enough to vanquish those pesky emotions.
Once he's built up enough apathy to have it become a line of defense against Junko's despair, that's when the Phantom will find a way to deal with her.]