"Fourteen?" Yusuke blinks owlishly. "My word. So that means you're actually... in your late twenties?"

It really is amazing what those fourteen years have done. Rubedo... Junior... is smiling a real smile. There is warmth in his face and voice, shining directly from his heart. It's beautiful.

"I can see it. You're no longer the weapon you despised, you are your own person. I am happy for you, my friend."