Something happens though with Chie about thirty hours into the game, where I was actually driven to tears. Remember Persona 4 is a dungeon crawling, turn-based role-playing game, each member of your team takes a shot at trying to KO the game’s assorted enemies: miniature slimes, Golgotha demons and twelve headed Harpsichord minions. You’re not always going to win, and frequently you will be knocked down. This particular turn, my light magic failed (or whatever), and in turn the possessed water bearer (or whatever) flattened me to the concrete. I am dizzy, and if I am hit again the game is over and with it about an hour’s worth of progress. Then out of nowhere… Chie comes over to my character to help me up, asks me if I am okay, and extends her hand. This is important, as Chie has just become human. This moment, it’s so gentle, I can feel the weakness of my character, his feeble trembling fingers being enveloped and steadied upright by the strength of this girl’s tiny, wiry wrists. Her voice carries over pollution, over the blinding track-light, muting all inherent danger. Chie is a strength I cannot myself attain.