"Me too, I figure it has to be real. At least some of it has to be, anyway. I'm not creative enough to make up half of what I remember." And even if it's made up, Sora's not too keen on the finer points of what's real and what isn't, anyway. After all, if he and the soldier are walking together, and it's cold, and he's sneaking one last glance at his pictures before putting his tablet away in his bag, and he's happy, and he's pretty sure the soldier's pretty okay with being here too, then he's not sure what being real has to do with it all, anyway. Being real has never been too important to him.

"Do you think that finding stuff like this would help you the same way?" Sora slings his backpack on, looking off into the dark where the solder watches the road ahead. He has completely lost all sense of location besides the path. It's a little disorienting, to be honest. "I mean... I guess you don't have to like it? Whatever you used to like back then doesn't have to be what you like now. But it might be nice to have something around that reminds you of a better time! That's why people keep things that they don't need around."