[ Sora follows Jason, quiet. There's been a misunderstanding, of course, but it's taking Sora a second to gather himself enough to clear this hurdle. To try and say this as reasonably as possible, without sounding pathetic. ]

They care about him. Not me.

[ He says this sort of out of nowhere, he realizes immediately, but he has momentum now. Might as well finish the thought. ]

I mean, I can miss them all I want, but that doesn't make me the person they miss. I'm just some memories and a heart in the wrong body. [ Sora points to himself. Shrugs, tries to make his voice light. ] If they decided I wasn't the right person, not the person they miss? They'd be right. I can't force them to feel something that isn't real.

[ The problem is him, of course. Him and his incomplete heart connecting these scraps of memory to inconvenient emotions like sadness and yearning. He shouldn't feel this way. These bonds were never his.

And that was all a terrible, huge thing to say for some reason, and it doesn't feel like the truth even though it is. He snaps his mouth shut and climbs back onto the path, sniffing. Something good just happened. No time for crying. ]