They're Naminé's pods. She's a witch, and can manipulate memories. Sora... lost his... It's a long story. She put him inside to help get his memories back. It put him to sleep, and closed off his heart.
You weren't. I don't know where you went, but... I don't think you have to worry about it. This place was messing with you. Just... through me probably.
He shouldn't be at all in the slightest, but this seems to surprise him a little. Maybe what surprises him is hearing it laid out so plainly to him. They all spend so much time literally never saying any of that.
On top of him believing he didn't deserve it, after everything.
A tiny smidgen of heat crawls up into his face from his neck. For some reason, he curls the fingers of one hand into his chest, almost idly. Why does it hurt in a good way, hearing that?]
They're... [WOW, HE IS SO BAD AT THIS.] ...They never gave up on me.
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Maybe.
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They're Naminé's pods. She's a witch, and can manipulate memories. Sora... lost his... It's a long story. She put him inside to help get his memories back. It put him to sleep, and closed off his heart.
I don't think it's a good idea to break them.
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How was I supposed to fuckin' know that.
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[shoves her hands in her pockets.]
Are Sora and Kairi your friends?
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...Yeah, they are.
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They seem -- [she starts, and then... stops.] They love you.
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He shouldn't be at all in the slightest, but this seems to surprise him a little. Maybe what surprises him is hearing it laid out so plainly to him. They all spend so much time literally never saying any of that.
On top of him believing he didn't deserve it, after everything.
A tiny smidgen of heat crawls up into his face from his neck. For some reason, he curls the fingers of one hand into his chest, almost idly. Why does it hurt in a good way, hearing that?]
They're... [WOW, HE IS SO BAD AT THIS.] ...They never gave up on me.
I couldn't ask for better friends.
[Harold, they're a thruple.]