[Please don't tell the sex demons to go fuck themselves, Junpei. They can and they probably will.

While Junpei stares at the soon to be defunct ass-starfish, though, the corners of Carlos' lips are going to quirk upwards. He... might have heard about that, yes. He might have also felt bad about that, but with the way things are? There's not much to do about it while he's stuck on the flipside of this dimension. It's only when Junpei is done speaking that he leans back in his beanbag chair, examining the aquarium ceiling for the first time.]

... When you really think about it, we haven't known each other for that long, have we? [Gaining memories from alternate histories made the Decision Game feel like an eternity, when in reality, it only added a couple of hours (at most) to the few days he had known Junpei.] And I did ask you to let me die without explaining what you were agreeing to, first. I'd get it, Junpei, if you decided you were too angry at me.

[It's not quite on the level of accidentally letting the apocalypse happen, but. It's not good either?]