Here, where the world is quiet, Souji can feel all of them. All one-hundred-eighty-six of them in utter, complete harmony, not one voice out of place.

This is what he is. All these pieces are him. They aren't fragments; each piece is whole and necessary. He would be empty without them, yes, but he isn't as long as he can hear them here, like this.

The Shadow feels his acceptance and it stills, quiets, and then shrinks, returning to where it belongs, leaving Souji standing on the platform, staring at the card hovering above his cupped hands. It dissolves in soft yellow sparks and Souji sits down on the ground, tired, too tired.

Rise's hurrying to his side before he has the chance to collapse completely and Teddie follows, looking around defensively for any lingering shadows.