But Jin didn't even have time to pull the trigger of his Evoker-- Castor was coming and he was here, and the next moment all Jin could feel was pain. Seering, hot, pain. The lance had lodged straight through his torso. His mind stopped; the words caught in his throat as he coughed. Blood was pouring out. He felt numb. Adrenaline, maybe it was fear but-- the point was he wasn't thinking anymore. The blood was pouring out. He lost control. Moros would have none of that.

This time he couldn't even grunt in pain-- even that was too much work-- he couldn't even think straight and Moros simply would not have it. He wasn't going to die within some weak human that couldn't even defend himself and couldn't even contain him. He was weak because of his vessel, but he would force his way out before he died to this bastard. You could not teach Moros the meaning of despair.

Jin tried to sream-- the Ghastly Wail, the pain in his gut, the tearing at his mind-- but it was nothing but silence and gasps, as Moros materialized once more. He had no face, but there was nothing behind him but aggression. CASTOR

He didn't feel the need to dictate any further. His parts spun furiously, this time uleashing a torrent of ice-- not on Shinjiro, but on the other Persona himself.