[ There's an impulsive apology on the tip of Sora's tongue - feeling in that distinct way that he's mis-communicated maybe by saying 'same' except that when he stops himself to think about it again, he can't come up with another word for it. Just as well maybe, because the next thing Roxas says has him arching a brow - his mind catching up before he shakes his head with a smile. ] No. No mind reading.

I guess... [ He folds his hands in his lap, fingers lacing before he tugs both hands behind his head instead, peering up at the sky from a slant. ] ...if it did bother you, I couldn't blame you. [ I made you, he thinks but again can't be sorry about it as much as he guesses maybe he ought to be. ] It's not like...like you had a choice.

[ This time he looks over at Roxas, arms lowering to his sides again. ] I'm sorry.