Peggy
Lyon quickly would follow Yumi out. Giving her one last word.

"Hold up before you go. I want to give you a theory on your powers. I was thinking in relation to poker. You have to believe in that the cards will win you the game. So maybe you believe that your cards will win you a game so much. That they grew a heart. In a sense you Believe In The Heart Of The Cards."

Lyon then waved goodbye to Yumi.
"Take that as you will. Be safe Yumi."

With that Lyon closed the door and walked up to Nelra's side.

"I'm not trying to baby you. I'm..."

Lyon looked away crossing his arms with some light dusting on his cheeks.

"I'm just worried. Its like. Instinct..."

Lyon would sigh though then.
"Also I don't hate the flavor persay. Just a bit salty."
Rolling his eyes chuckling.

"Anyway maybe you should get to sleep. Might as well. I'll stay just incase."

Lyon then went to go ait in the chair and take out the gummi phone. Fiddling with it as he seemed very out of his depth with it.
Bruce
"'Heart of the cards...'" 

*Yumi pondered what it could mean and how it meant to her as she walked away.*
Francis
Nel blinked at Lyon's words silent glimpses of her forgotten past playing out before her eyes... Memories with the older boy from her dreams. A time when they were little where he showed her the best view of the city's gardens. A more recent time that's he's scolded her for a blunder during a mission... Not a second after his words brought her to tears would he comfort her with a tender head pat and some positive reinforcement. One of the many afternoons following a successful heartless raid that he would surprise her with a bag of sweets from her favorite bakery, or a bar of sea salt ice cream much like the one she'd just partaken of. Nel stared at the empty stick solemnly before smiling weakly at Lyon. "...You are an older brother... Weren't you...?"
Peggy
Lyon would set down the phone and cross his arms leaning back in the chair he sat in. He'd look up at the ceiling contemplating something for a moment before sighing and turning the chair to face Nelra. 
"From what little I can gather. Yeah... Her name was Omori. I don't know her age exactly but from what I saw in the dream, she must of been your age about."

Lyon would sigh, giving a slightly bittersweet smile. "It's really gut wrenching knowing exactly what you're doing but not being able to know the damn reason why. It just feels right..."

Lyon dragged a hand across his face. "This ***Trick*** The universe has played on us is a tortuous one I'll say that much.."