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three weeks later...
and I finished Persona 5, got the true ending, and wrapped up my document with simplified translations for the full script of my playthrough. 130,000 words. That doesn't count regular text from NPCs and other general details that added to immersion. I should feel tired, but I more or less paced myself. I managed to push through and finish because I appreciate this game immensely. I love the Shin Megami Tensei themes of Law versus Chaos getting more emphasis this time around. It was...there...in Persona 4. Not quite as explicit as it is in this game.

Whenever I start my New Game+ of P5, I'll see how Makoto's romance is. I romanced Anne for my first playthrough. Her storyline was sweet. As she represents the Lovers arcana, her co-op reminded me of Rise's in Persona 4. The flow of their storylines hit the same notes at times. Makoto is the first High Priestess arcana character in the series that I actually care about, so I'm curious to see how her story differs from the others.

Shin Megami Tensei V on a home console next? Please, Atlus? Even if it's on the Wii U or NX or whatever, I'll buy it.

Now I have to catch up on writing projects in between playing Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse. Overall, I have more free time now. It feels like I was stuck in an intellectual black hole for the past three weeks. I learned a lot from Persona 5 in terms of new ways to structure a story, character motivations and arcs, and much more. I learned a lot about myself, too...things that I knew all along about my personality and why I blow hot and cold with people. I wrote these things in the prose of Venus and Lysander without realizing--like writing my truths with my eyes closed. In P5, there's a character that I disliked right away. I loathed this person so much for the same reasons why I initially disliked Naoto in P4 and Paine in FFX-2: I saw too much of my old self in them. Seeing this character and their reasons for being made me understand more clearly what I am and how I got this way.

"The passionate man" from The Ethics of Ambiguity by Simone de Beauvoir.

I should feel guilty, but I don't. I'm justified. That's my weakness and my strength. I don't let it get me down anymore.

So I smile when I think about it now. 

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