"You're not yourself! You'll only get hurt!" He yelled desperately, a hint of hope lingering in his voice, clinging to a belief you'd listen to him. He was ready to summon his own devil at any moment.

Making a contract with the devil was the only way to bring you back from the dead. He knew that, but as he stood before the vessel that now housed your soul, Yoshida couldn't shake the nagging doubt. Making use of your body as a carrier was a desperate gamble, a decision born from desperation rather than reason. Despite his misgivings, he could not bear to let you slip away into the abyss of self-destruction.

"Just listen to me, please. Calm down." A long sigh escaped his mouth, his gazed fell upon your form, so eerily familiar yet irrevocably changed, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right choice. You definitely weren't coping well with the new situation.