Sora closes the bread back and brings his sandwiches over, sliding into place next to the soldier, trying to pick through what Skyler would say to that. It's easy enough to come up with an answer - after all, he's also him if he doesn't think too hard about himself - but Sora isn't really comfortable with the answer himself.

"It isn't what he wants. And that's... sort of my fault. I mean, it's also his fault, but." He scratches the back of his head, picks up one of his sandwiches, and stares at it as though it could give him the proper path to explain this from A to Z.

"Do you remember how I told you that we didn't have enough space? That I was, you know... starting to crowd him out?" Because he was stronger. It wasn't the most nuanced explanation, but it was the best he could do at the time, given that they'd just met and Sora was throwing a lot of information at them.

Sora shoves the sandwich in his mouth. It all makes sense to him, but he should probably start making charts or something.