I'm glad, too. [ He ducks his head, scratching at his hair in a sheepish gesture. ] I wouldn't have left on purpose...one minute I was here, the next I was back where I came from. And when I came from.

[ He looks at Sora steadily now. To Roxas, his other half looks different, even though nothing has changed except his perspective. ]

[ And his own memories. He can remember looking back at Sora from the inside and the outside even as he was part of him. They'd switched roles—Sora had been the one to be surprised and confused, and Roxas had known more than he had time to say. Maybe now, finally, they can stand on equal ground. ]

Sorry if I kept you waiting.