[ That doesn't really answer any of his questions. Light? Roxas uses light, but from the way Sora's voice goes all soft and amazed when he talks about his friend, it's not the same thing at all.

He's more than a little startled when Sora takes his hand, but he doesn't jump, and he doesn't pull away. Hand in hand, even for a short time...well, they are supposed to be one, aren't they? They were, once upon a time. ]

I guess it would be.

[ He looks sidelong at Sora, not as nervous as he thinks he should be. It's like every part of him relaxed as soon as Sora said Yes. ]

I think I've known for a while now. I just didn't let myself believe it. I mean—it doesn't make sense, does it? We're not the same. But I recognized you.

And my dreams, the pictures in my head...I wasn't just seeing things, was I? I was remembering.