Allow me to show you.
*sets it on the table and activates the device*
*Suddenly all around them, visions and scenes flash around them. Migrant and Kazuya fighting some blurry forms, explosions, beams of light, then Lightning merging with Lumina, the little girl Nana-chan fading from existence, and Lightning dying in Kazuya's arms. The playback stops, and the device stops glowing*
That there Mr Migrant, were images, chronological moments, from time yet lived. You were there. Fighting. So I can't help but feel this is your business.