Ruling the world? Well, at least they aim high, right? [He smirks.]

It's certainly possible. Whoever created the Phantoms I fight might just be local, though. [Which seems preposterous, so he snorts and pulls the carving in toward his chest, carefully curling his fingers around it.]

I think I will.

[Ah.] Not... quite. [He reaches up to tap his breastbone.] I have one inside me. My Phantom.