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If he could, then he wouldn't move. He wouldn't — would never — budge his hands from the DoubleDriver. He would hold it still, as it is, and simply remain there, as CycloneJokerXtreme, for as long as he could, for as long as he's allowed to.
Forever.
But he knows it's impossible. Nothing lasts forever. With every meeting, there will always come a time for painful parting, and for him and Philip, that time has unfortunately arrived.
With a heavy heart, Shoutarou eventually closes the DoubleDriver and feels, with immense sorrow, as Philip's mind and soul slowly fade away from his own.