Makoto floats lightly in the great darkness of the seal, feeling all that negativity emanating from Nyx, that essence of death, but he remains conscious, just enough to maintain the barrier against Erebus. Makoto feels fragile, light, like porcelain, as if he were a blanket, a large part of his energies are gone, but nevertheless, he is somewhere between happy and angry.

Happy to have kept his promise, to have gone to graduation, and to have protected his friends, no, all of humanity. But angry, for... "that," for "you."

"Did... you have fun, Puppet Master?" Makoto lightly touches his own chest, gently, but with a strong negative connotation within himself, towards you. "Did you like controlling me, making me do things against my will, player?" His tone, full of disinterest and coldness, now reflects an even colder and weaker tone, filled with enmity, negativity, and resentment toward you, but even he acquires a soft undertone of irony at the situation.

It can be said, no, it can be confirmed, that the reason behind the Wild Card is to be obtained by being possessed by you, by the [Player]. Who are you? What are you like? It's a mystery to Makoto, no, in fact. He doubts that even Igor or any future user of the Wild Card could understand you, in part because of having obtained such masterful, magnificent, and solemn power, his entire adventure. He was possessed by you. When he arrived at the dorm, when he woke up as a person for the first time, ever since he signed that paper, Makoto felt something change inside him, as if thin ropes were tangled around his arms and legs, tying his soul. From then on, he was controlled by you. He can't decide whether to be grateful for allowing him to have such good friends, or angry, because in the end, he never had a choice.

"Show yourself." Makoto asked, no, ordered you. There was nothing else to do. He slowly moved his hand from his own chest. With that, you allowed yourself to be revealed. A reddish aura accompanied Makoto's palm, quickly taking the form of a crimson heart, as bright as dawn. Great natural power emanates from it. "So that's who you are. You look weak, fragile, but it's only appearance. I can't even say that this is anything more than an avatar, a fake."