Togusa falls quiet again, looking down. Aslan seems to notice his discomfort and noses him again, earning an absent muzzle pat. His brow slowly tenses up, and relaxes a few times, clearly spending effort in thinking something over.

"It would have been easier before what Vanderweele did."

He knows that's cryptic as hell, so he reaches in to his inner jacket pocket, pulls out the wallet with his detective's badge on it. But he fishes in the back of it. There's an extra piece of paper tucked inside. Just a high-quality photo paper, printed.

"I don't even know if someone other than me can see this."

It is a photo, printed from his cyberbrain output, of Hikari, from when she was here, and Togusa believed he had a daughter. All dressed up for the festival. He offers it over for Zee to see.

"If Togusa doesn't exist in that world, then neither does she." Sad, soft.