"You're talking about Futaba, aren't you?"

He can't lie- out of everyone, she's the one he wants to see the least. He's trying to extend the same understanding to her as he is to Raven, or Phoenix, or Renée, but... she's still the one who actually messed around in his head. If he thinks about it too hard, he can still feel the tentacles of her Persona writhing around, changing code, changing him.

The file in his head pokes at his subconscious like what he images in a splinter in your thumb feels like. She was trying to help, but it feels wrong, wrongbadwrong. Violating. He doesn't cringe from the memory, but it's a near thing.

"... Hacking and engineering are two very different things."