Togusa had, in honesty, been keeping an eye out for Malik, thanks to those halls of hieroglyphs earlier. Why do some parts of these worlds seem so specifically targeting Malik's insecurities?

He looks at Malik, and then takes a long lingering look at the creature, the code scrawling across the walls. "If we do this right? There's a lot we could delete. Most specifically, your good friend."

"If everybody can do this on their own terms, that would be optimal. So, maybe I can get the program off these things."