The sorcerer walks through his neighborhood, switching to a jog as he leaves.

He follows the trail for a few minutes before stopping, and looking to the sky.

The cardcaptor lands, sheepishly.

"Hi."

"Hello."

"This is embarrassing, I'm honestly surprised you've made it this long. Kerberos, how are you supporting this?" 

"I just want to talk, that's all." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kero says, glaring at Alistair.

"He doesn't know anything about being the cardcaptor. Clow was brilliant, obviously something went wrong with his plan, he would never choose someone this stupid." 

"And you think you know more than him?"

"No. I think I know more than you. Whatever Clow has planned has got to be more complicated than this."

"So I'm some kind of distraction from the real cardcaptor?"

"The book could only have been opened by the cardcaptor!"

"By the first one. The second cardcaptor will fulfill Clow's plans."

"...Clow never said anything about a second cardcaptor. And anyway the book is the only thing that can choose cardcaptors."

"Did you ever think Clow didn't tell you everything?"

"...no? He said I was going to guide the new master of the cards someday, and that the book would choose..."

"It doesn't matter who's the cardcaptor, does it? We both want to stop the cards from hurting people."

"It matters. You won't be the cardcaptor for long."

"...why not?"

"Clow obviously needed someone to take the fire from the cards while the true cardcaptor prepared himself."

"...that doesn't sound like him."

"We don't have to be enemies, we want the same thing," he tries.

"I'm not sure we do. Leave. My neighborhood, my town, whatever. At least let me enjoy a nice jog."

"Well we'll catch all the cards! You'll see!"

"I don't want you as an enemy." 

"Because you'll lose? Have a nice day." 

And that seems to be that, with how he runs out of there.