Well, Sora does have a vested interest in the light! He'll add it on his very long list of things he'd like to figure out in Beacon.

"Really?" There wasn't much perspective to be had amongst the numbers club back in Locke City. Definitely not a single therapist among them. They probably could have tried to go for some kind of psych unaffiliated with the network, but the first and only time someone tried to call outside the network for help, the cops came and shot him, his family, then burned down their home. That pretty much scared everyone else off from the idea for good. So. The idea that these problems weren't as crazy as he'd assumed they were is a new and refreshing thought.

"Oh man, they're both comfortable," he says, trying not to smile. He's done enough smiling. Let's let that rest for a while. "But, uh, I don't think I should use his anymore. Probably. I was only using it because it was what everyone knew this face by. I had to... keep hiding that he was asleep. I guess that doesn't matter here, right?" No cops to hide from. No FBI to watch out for. He's too dead to put his family in danger anymore. It's fine. Probably.

"The other name's Sora." It's the one he thought was his until he got here. "I don't know if it's mine either, but you can use that for now."