Ryouma held N tight. "No, N. I just had to say goodbye in that form." he whispered soothingly. "Think of it this way. Now I can hug you back without hurting you." He chuckled then pulled back slightly. "N, this is Makoto, my other half, Reshiram. Mako, this is N." He gave them both a smile and held his arm out for the white haired boy. He wanted to hold them both, and try desperately to forget that fate had pitted him against a part of his soul.