Sora still feels like he needs to ask! Less because he thinks the soldier will say no and more because he's been telling people more than one name for the past few weeks and he thinks that the soldier, at least, needs to know the one Sora considers the most correct at the moment.

Sora looks at the soldier, a little surprised, but then pauses to think about it, picking at the crust of his second sandwich and putting it in his mouth. "You're the soldier. The one I met on my first day, who showed me where the post office is. Like..." He swallows. "It's not capitalized, because you're not the only soldier I've ever met, and it's not like - a title, either. I don't know if it's even a name, to be honest." He puts his hands under his chin. "But we've spent a lot of time together now? I know how to pick you out from hundreds and hundreds of other soldiers. You're the soldier that teaches me how to use a knife and look at things carefully and cooks really well and keeps telling me that I'm okay the way I am. Not every soldier does that. Just you."

Sora thinks about it, then laughs at his own description. "So, no name except the one - Soldat - but that's for emergencies, or with people who need it. Your name is a feeling, I guess? A friend. I don't need a name to have a friend."