Roxas makes a small noise of concern as he listens. That's a little alarming, to think he or Axel or anyone could fall asleep without warning and their new chance here would be over. But could it happen to him? If he weren't here anymore, he'd be part of Sora again, right? How many times can someone be put together and taken apart again?

He'll try not to think about it unless he has to, he decides. And if he did end up back with Sora again, at least it wouldn't be so awful this time. Falling asleep is easy.

"I'm glad you did," he says. "Even if it doesn't make sense. Not much about this does, right? Even with me and Sora—they split us in two again like it was no big deal."

Apparently. If Sora hadn't fallen to darkness, Roxas didn't know how else they could both be here.

"It's strange. I mean, I feel strange," he adds after a moment, in a quieter tone. It almost feels like he's confessing something. "Not bad strange. But I feel...stiff? Like back in the castle, after I slept all that time."

Like he'd been lying in one place for weeks. But that couldn't be it, because he hadn't even had a body anymore. That had been Sora's.