That timid admission makes Sora's face crumple up with exasperation. And laughter, and joy, and dismay, and all kinds of feelings that he wishes that he could share with the soldier, because they're terrible and wonderful at the same time. They really had no idea, huh?

"I've only known you for like, what, a week?" He sticks his hands in his pockets, really digging them in for extra warmth. "I've been able to tell you things that I've never been able to tell anyone else. I feel happier after I've talked to you - not because you fix anything, but because you listen to me the way I listen to you. You make me feel less alone." He snorts. "I don't know what being a weapon has to do with it, but if it were up to me, I'd say that's what helping looks like."