"Hoo~"
Sora's recent performance has already proved—this digital soul has fully evolved, achieving balance between the emotional center and the computational core.
He just needs some time to kill Reigen, as if reclaiming his humanity from behind the black wall, and in regaining his physical body, he also carries a sliver of compassion.
He is no longer the child "Kenichi Sora."
Nor is he just data wandering in satellite servers.
From the moment he completely took over John's body, from the moment the logic chain connected with the emotional judgment program, from the moment he adjusted his state and stepped onto the arena.
He feels he is something new.
The silent mourning ends.
The Crocodile's desperate struggle is dazzling, with the body's last shred of sanity burnt to ashes by drugs and overloaded prosthetic body.
He rushed over again, his lips torn, spittle flying, and arcs of electricity burst from his arms, like a meat grinder.
Sora did not retreat.
