Hey hey hey, haven't you heard? Tu casa es mi casa. You can't really kick me out of my home and, you know? Can't say I'm fond of your pigeon there! I think you oughta keep him caged.

[And just pointing his finger, a cage forms around Andras. And grows smaller, and the Persona along with it, until it's the size of a normal cage.

The power emanating from Bill isn't just of an invader, but a master. Not something coming in from another place, but something that had established itself within the realm of dreams and the mind to begin with. Getting Andras back out of the cage, being able to use it again, won't be impossible, but for the moment, while Bill's here? It'd take time to do, a bit of creativity, to pull off and throw off Bill's reins.

Bill, meanwhile, just leans in a little bit, forefinger posed in a sassy little gesture as he speaks.]

Now see? That's just good housekeeping. You should take notes on this. Seriously. Take 'em down.