"Besides the public's reaction to your group, there were others who supported you. ...Someone who enthusiastically cheered the Phantom Thieves on. Perhaps they were quite close... ...What do you have to say to that!?"
I lowered and shook my head, running both hands through my hair in the process.
How could someone be stuck so far up their own... ugh.
Come on, I needed to breathe. He was important. Intel gathering was important. We needed him to keep doing his work so we could continue to take down targets in Mementos.
In a way, he was important to society, as whole. I could not afford to ruin that relationship just because I was annoyed...
... He was important.
A deep breath escaped my lungs and I could finally feel my heartbeat going down. Fixing my glasses, a clearer mind prevailed inside my head and I rung the bell on the table in front of me to ask for another refill of coffee.
It was nowhere near as good as Sojiro's, but it'd keep me there for a while. At least no one would bother me.
Yeah. That would be nice.
...
Maybe the waitress was onto me. She looked my way a few times but was still taking her time getting to my table.
Which was admittedly fair. I'd abused free refills in that place a few too many times, at that point. And I wasn't even studying, then. She must've thought I was just loitering.
I sighed.
Again, that was fair...
The wait didn't help my brain, though.
... Embezzling funds from supporters to buy some expensive steak? Really?
Using the forum and his connection to us to get chicks?
Changing the heart of some actor just because of him and her 'stans'?
What did he think we were? Some revenge website?
He bought a model gun cause he thought he was some MVP that needed protection.
He was talking about 'purging' people.
All the while, bossing me around like he owned us, or anything.
Like he was something special.
I guessed he really needed a reason to feel special, because by himself, he was a-
"Excuse me sir. Here's your coffee." The waitress said, interrupting my thoughts by placing the cup I asked for on the table.
"Thank you." I replied idly with a nod as she bowed before turning to walk away.
These two words of politeness snapped me out of my daze.
I'd been mulling these thoughts over for a while. My head hurt.
It felt like Mishima had been in front of me that whole time, while I poured all of what I wanted to say onto him with reckless abandon, fully expecting a reaction of the sort of "I'm sorry, I can change. I will change".
I wondered: was I too judgmental?
Realizing the coffee had been growing cold, I quickly took a sip.
Gah... Maybe I was getting too spoiled by the coffee over at LeBlanc.
...
Maybe I was just tired.
I needed a break.