Sora feels the area of slowed time fade away, thinking about it. Could this really be an answer to the green-eyed spirits? He doesn't feel like it's special enough. He doesn't feel like he's special enough. There'd be a lot of timing to it; you'd have to know they were coming. You'd have to be smart and careful. He isn't either of those things.

"If this is the answer, I'm going to need a lot of help," he says softly. "I'm not any good on my own. All I can do is aim and shoot. I can learn when and how, but..." He shakes his head. "I'll do my best. I can't promise anything more than that."