[He tries to dodge, and nearly manages it, but an arrow still catches his shoulder even as he leaps. It does less damage than it could have with a direct hit, but it still hurts.

Good thing he's used to pain. He brings his opposite hand up to staunch the flow, giving little reaction otherwise.]

Terry, can you just let your Shadow talk? Just listening to what he has to say isn't going to turn you into him right away, is it?

[His own Persona appears behind him, her hands briefly brushing his shoulders the way a parent might briefly hold their child. But only just. She steps back, a dark blot upon the white, observing.]