Kuzon's wide, confident smile in the dreary silence of the wide expanse seemed to do the trick.
He could see the mask of bravado that his adversary donned begin to crumble slowly. However, it still wasn't enough.
"That's a nice theory you have there, Kuzon. Still, do you really think I—"
"Wouldn't have countermeasures for that? I thought so as well. That's why I had to use my [Marionette Flies] to scour the entire dimension to see if there were any more versions of you hiding around."
With Legris' strange energy, it wouldn't be difficult to locate him, since his presence in itself was a distortion of reality.
However, even though Kuzon's constructs scoured everywhere in the crumbling dimension…
"... They found nothing. In essence, the versions of you that are fighting against Edward and I are the only versions of you that exist here."