[ The Replica. Sora remembers enough about him now that just the name doesn't bring back memories. He has to be careful, treading through the memories - Castle Oblivion is still closed off to him with barbed wire made of migraines - but what little he had of him is mostly back. Fake memories, huh. ]

Naminé. I don't know what happened after that, and... I'm not sure if it matters. [ It's not like he's the real Sora, anyway. It's... a lot to take in, but at this point, he's just glad that he has a reason why she's been acting like. Well. Like he does. Almost in a state of constant apology for existing. ] I remember a lot now. What I'm supposed to thank you for, and why.

You've been alone for a long time, right? You couldn't talk to anyone, and people made you do things you didn't want to do. Right? [ He's prepared to be told he's wrong, but he thinks he's got at least a part of it figured out. ]