Mikey stepped back, slowly out of the crater, and looked down at his mangled hand. Thoughts rushed through his mind, of the Feralda Tournament, of Yzeira, of his teachings in Tech-Mo. Purple energy began to overwhelm his body. His once mangled hand was covered with his sage-mode aura again, and Mikey's body looked towards Jenso. He was silent for a few moments as Jenso got closer. "That's not me. That's.. Fake. That's a fake. The real me is here. This is real. Right now is Real..." Mikey paused and looked intently at Jenso. "But if somebody believes..." The aura around his face began to melt away, "Does that make it... Real? Just because..." Mikey reeled backwards as his face was completely revealed. The purple energy in his aura gathered around his stomach. He felt it. Solid. Like a ball of poison collecting in his gut. "Jenso," He said, his voice returning to the normal tone that Jenso was familiar with. Mikey rose his fists and got into a combat stance, identical to the one he used in the Feralda tournament. "I want that part of me to be real. I always thought, the fake part of me, always thought. It always. It always thought. Thought... Monsters, ghosts, demons, and all sorts of scary things were real." Mikey's face trembled but he managed to get his thought across. "I got over that fear... Because I couldn't punch them. They weren't there. They were fake, because I couldn't punch them."