Although the people of the Junkyard were turned into terrible creatures and humanity turned on each other, Serph can't feel anger at what had been done. They were all fighting for survival, weren't they? Even if many of them were weak and resorted to underhanded methods.

Serph nods. "Maybe your Persona protects you from the Black Sun's rays." It's only a theory, but... "It's your 'true self', correct?"

The similarities to demons were striking. Just no unending, ravenous hunger.