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[It's late Friday night, a little before midnight. Quite close to midnight, actually. Someone's restless.]
This whole thing with the harpies got me to think. Has anyone ever--
Huh?
[Roxas' train of thought is apparently derailed by the appearance of someone offscreen.]
"RIIIIKU! Where'd you go? Okay, you won, now come back! This isn't funny! No fair, I can't run as fast as you!"
[And whatever Roxas was going to say is lost as his jaw falls open. Perhaps automatically, perhaps coincidentally, the camera swings around to reveal Sora.
At five years old.]
This whole thing with the harpies got me to think. Has anyone ever--
Huh?
[Roxas' train of thought is apparently derailed by the appearance of someone offscreen.]
"RIIIIKU! Where'd you go? Okay, you won, now come back! This isn't funny! No fair, I can't run as fast as you!"
[And whatever Roxas was going to say is lost as his jaw falls open. Perhaps automatically, perhaps coincidentally, the camera swings around to reveal Sora.
At five years old.]
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He's Sora. He's cursed. I'm just looking out for him because his friend's not here.