[There's something nice about watching him get up and test out the flow of magical energies in his body. It's, of course, erratically ephemeral, but that doesn't stop a small sense of accomplishment emanating from it. His role has always been the tank of the group- and when compared in sheer strength or speed to Rider... well, that's so one-sided it's not even funny. He remembers that race. He also remembers how much pain he was in the next day all throughout work. Things he wouldn't tell anyone else.]

Yeah. The Metaverse is just a giant warehouse for humanity's inner desires and shit. I dunno. Geez, where the hell is that cat when you need 'em.

[For once in his life he wishes Morgana were here to be a little know-it-all about all things metaphysical.]

Kinda. It's more like the weaponry that we got going into that place to steal hearts. When people are seriously effed up, then they go and build these huge things called palaces and it keeps their hearts locked up safely. We just go in and snatch it up.

[To emphasize his point, he waves his hand in the air like a swiping motion. Not necessary, but Ryuji likes talking with his hands sometimes.]