That attitude and voice definitely belonged to his friend, but Kengo still wasn't convinced that it wasn't a trap. With how many times Libra had taken the forms of their friends and allies, how could he be so sure? After all, he'd seen Kisaragi die and felt his friend's chest when there was no heartbeat. The emotional pain of having someone so important ripped from him had left him in a horrible place ever since his arrival. The first month and a half, he'd barely been able to control himself and had almost completely given up hope until Dun had talked him back into some semblance of calm.

Taking a deep breath, Kengo formed his hands into fists, squeezed, held, and then released, trying to keep himself calm even though he was clearly crying. Everything he'd been trying to push down for so long was coming back up and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

"Kisaragi! Prove to me it's you."