That would absolutely be a waste and Somnus knows better than to go around throwing oranges willy-nilly. Flying onions were more than enough.

At any rate, Somnus delays in answering, lost as he is in Sora's eyes. Does the peculiar shape of those pupils affect sight at all? Just one of many questions that requires no answer. Mindful of the orange in his possession, he folds his arms.

"All of us are deceased. We exist here and now to fix this world."