"Folding...?" Sora stares up at them for a moment, blankly, before - oh, right! Origami solves all problems. It clicks, and Sora laughs. Yeah, that's simple. Folding paper. Simple, memorized, something they've done a hundred times. What's easy? What's simple?

He breathes obediently. What's easy? What's simple?

"The seaweed is always greener," he sings, under his breath, only mildly offkey. "In somebody else's lake. You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake...."