[ He walks alongside Sora, still feeling adrift but with a small anchor attached this time. It's a connection, even if he doesn't know what it means. The palace is quiet and not all that bright, but it's still harsh to his senses. Existence is much harder than most people realize, and harder still for those still getting into the habit. It's hard to take much interest in their surroundings, but he walks along anyway, looking where Sora looks, walking where Sora walks. He doesn't mind the gentle hand that guides him. If he had words for it, he'd call it comforting. ]
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