Yousuke's tearing away at the putty-like flesh, until everything suddenly seizes up and goes quiet. He's baffled. He would have sunk his teeth into it if it helped Souji, but then it just... stopped?

He falls down on all fours, vision obscured by sweat and blood and hair in his eyes. He raises his hands and tries to clear it away as best he can, hearing Naoto's shoes thud their way past him. Before he even can see he scrambles to follow her.

"Senpai!"

"--Partner!"

Yousuke barely trips his way to his leader, falling back down when he reaches his side, grabbing his arm to reassure himself that he's really there.

He's okay. He's okay.