Both. At least, it seemed that way to me. It never mattered what was going on. A broken stick for our raft, a hole in the boat, ants on our food, dealing with darkness, fighting Ansem... he'd always just...

[He can't explain it the way he's seen it.] You could be trapped at the ends of the universe in the thickest darkness you've ever seen, and Sora would just... [He gestures with one hand.]

...show up out of nowhere like nothing was wrong, yelling your name, telling you it's going to be okay.