Yosuke looked over the blank white paper doll with an odd sense of dread. It just didn't feel right to him, I mean seriously, a little girl died, so we're gonna ask her to help us be friends? Then there was the matter that Mayuri had brought up someone who, for all intents and purposes, didn't exist. This reeked something awful (in the metaphorical sense, the actual doll itself looked fine.) Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be gathering around the doll to preform the ritual. He didn't want to be left out, and he sure as hell didn't want Naomi making fun of him for being a pussy and not tear a stupid paper doll.

With firm resolve, Yosuke joined the others in the circle around Mayuri, and sighed. "Alright, I'll try this doll thing if you want. I better not end up in hell though." Yosuke said, a slight grin on his face to hide his fear over the current situation. Ever one else was smiling to, clearly they weren't afraid. He had to be strong, for them. For her.