So, they didn’t go to school together. Yet she still called him Senpai. Yet, they lived in a dorm together, with a lot of other people. She gave a nod, understanding. It wasn’t much, yet it was better then nothing. Yet, something in her heart told her that a group of people had to mean something. Like they were doing something terribly important…
“… Shinjiro… do you know anything about… Persona?”
She had been taking the Evoker around with her. It felt like a safety precaution. Yet, it felt like it was the only key to her memories. Yet she didn’t know how to use it… or did she? Did she already know, yet she was just waiting for the right opportunity.
That was a question he had somewhat hoped she’d ask, “…Yeah. I know about it.”
He refrains from adding anything else, about S.E.E.S, the Dark Hour and Nyx. That’s too much to dump onto her, hell. She had no memory so even saying it all in one go was out of the question.
"…Mine’s named Castor."
He can feel that all familiar mental tug as he spoke his Persona’s name as he stares at her. If she knew about Persona that would at least give her some idea about her Evoker, if she still had it in her possession.