The tendrils would slam into blinding light. Most of the things are easily cut down, two, however, form blades on their ends and begin slashing back at their foe... Tatsuya, on the other hand, would point his hand at Fakelib's back while flames grow in them, a lance of heat rushing through the air to hopefully slam into the leg of his distracted foe.
"Sure sure, old ass seafood preying on the strong, but you seem to forget... Ninety-nine times outta 100 I'm not the strong jackass, the shit I hunt can tear me to bits in a flash if I screw up. Without even talking about gods and other such things, simply put? I kill things that hold far greater power by fighting dirty and smart, so I guess we have something in common then huh!?"
The man's voice drips with false cheer, clearly not being pleased at all by this news. Rather than simply ranting in a sarcastic manner, the man is poking at his foe. Wonder what gets under this one's skin? Either way, he's got bigger problems than that idiot, at least for now.
"Already made your choice? The choice isn't made till you've become nothing but a puppet to that thing ya know. Bet ya if you were to just stave it then your choice isn't made eh? And as for it protecting you... Frankly? You'd be a fool to trust that, most parasites kill their hosts once they're done with them don't you know? So why would these be different? Know what I'm sure won't kill you? A Persona, sure it can't protect you unless you'll stand up to protect yourself. But on the other hand, it won't try to sway you to some way of thinking either, they are after all simple extensions of the user's will."
With that he'd give Quin a curious look, wondering what exactly the man will do faced with a choice like this. From his viewpoint, there's no way to know if Tatsuya is telling the truth or not,
but even so he's gotta try and help the poor bastard.