I chose to make this about you. That's different. [He ducks into the kitchen and returns with two mugs of tea. After setting one before Naegi, he sits in the chair again. His grief hasn't abated but, the energy of it is locked back inside where it belongs.] This,

[He turns the spoon in his mug.] is what Junko does. She finds the cracks in someone's gestalt and spends a few minutes taking precision strikes at them. Sometimes it fails. Other times,

[He makes a sweeping gesture with one arm to encompass Naegi.] It's like a sledgehammer to a front door to a lot of other problems.