If he ever wanted to see why Shinjiro had been taking pills and the fear he had felt eating away at his sanity since two years and a half ago when the Persona had completely unleashed...he was going to learn it now. The demon's laughter echoed as Castor's silhouette formed behind him, in a haze of blue, green and yellow.

He wasn't waiting for anything. Shinji was gone already, lost to the sea of negative emotions, almost a Shadow of himself. Castor was free. With a loud crack, the Persona used his hand to rip out the head of the lance lodged in his chest, as it formed into a long weapon, blood still dripping from the open wound. The demonic horse's eyes glowed red, lighting up the corridor.

Tell me human, have you ever felt true terror? You may not fear death, but let me show you, what it is like to be caught in unholy despair. To be in such pain you will beg for death. The Persona couldn't grin, it had no mouth. Yet, somehow, Jin could perhaps see it unleash an Evil Smile as it lounged at him, the lance aimed right for his stomach, with the horse's horn at his arm.

Castor wasn't going to kill him right away. Oh no. It was going to play around until he understood the concept of fear. In his mind. In his heart. That even Jin's own Persona would itself understood that terror as well.

Then, it would scream such a Ghastly Wail that there would be nothing left to do but fall over dead.