[And he'll be staring into the eyes of himself. Now the Kaito that is now, but the Kaito that was years ago. Younger, softer, but the eyes are the same--no.
They're gold.
That mouth grins at him, while those hands tighten their grip in response. If he were to look down he would see two more, identical to the one holding him, but a patch over separate eyes. They're all grabbing at him, clawed handed raking over him and refusing to let go.