The images coming off of the other creature change, and now the displays are a mix of James and Togusa's lives. As the man, himself, walks into range, they can focus on the both of their targets.

It is strange, to Togusa, to see a look on James' face that echoes how he looked when he was younger on that older face. Uncertainty and fear to the point of not being able to move.

And what can you do about it? It's not like you're his dad.

A deep breath, and Togusa steps closer. "James." Quiet, but enough to grab his attention before he dares to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder.