[When the voice giggled almost as a response to Sunny's angry mutter, Makoto flinched and tightened his clenched fist. He shouldn't have chosen that memory. There was plenty of other things he could have chosen instead. Now Junko was here haunting him and Sunny. It was unacceptable.]

...I'm sorry, Sunny-kun. It's my fault she's here. But she won't get you. I won't let her.

[He wished he could grip Sunny's hand but instead defiantly starting humming again, this time louder, in an attempt to drown out the sounds.]

Follow my voice. Don't let go, no matter what.