Sora will smack both hands against his heart, dramatically leaning back in his chair as if he's been shot, carefully not stabbing himself with the knife. "Ah, you got me! Hana Song, you're so cool!" He'll grin, leaning forward again and grabbing another apple from the bag.

"I hope we could do that." Sora sombers a little bit, thoughtfully cutting up another apple. "I remember... ships. Ships that could fly between worlds. Maybe if I could find some of the stuff that they were made of, we could go and see each other after we all come back to life."