Souji nods and draws himself up to his full height. It's time. He has to do this.

His Shadow watches him, then holds up his hands, one still hidden in his sleeve, fanning out a set of dark blue cards. He looks at them.

"I have something that belongs to us. To you. To me. But they look really fragile when I see them this way. Little fragments of a person."

He drops the cards and they circle him like satellites.

Calm as ever, at least on the outside, Souji steps forward. "I'd like them back."