[It's become routine by now for Yusuke to step in to help the newcomers to the coliseum in his disguise as Fox. What is less routine is finding a familiar face from home in amongst all the chaos. He's staring at the mutant spider creatures with a mixture of both fascination and revulsion -- if he'd brought his sketchbook, he'd surely try to draw them.
But there's an insistent tug on his arm, and he can feel Makoto pulling him away and towards the exit.]
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But there's an insistent tug on his arm, and he can feel Makoto pulling him away and towards the exit.]
We're not staying to fight--?