Ryouma moved closer to N. "N, it's me." he said his eyes dimming with what seemed to be hurt. "Don't you recognize me?" He knew it shouldn't hurt his heart the way it did. He was free. But his soul had connected with this kid while he slept, like no one else ever before. "N, I'm Zekrom."<br/><br/>He kept his hand held out hoping that N would see. Meanwhile his other hand gripped Makoto's for dear life as if fearing he would disappear again.