"Yeah, yeah, one thing at a time." Sora has no idea how to think about himself in the best of times, it's true. Maybe they'll both learn about that someday.

The exhortation to get them both home gets Sora to stop spinning, at least, but the psychic cat turns Sora around, looking back at the soldier, quizzical. "The what," he asks. He's obediently moving toward the door, but that is a very strange notion. "... Can we meet the cat?"