Boy, does Sora have a few thoughts about that. Hey, Masaomi. As far as Sora's concerned, they're alive. (They can go over that later, though. The topic now is courage and happiness and friendship.)

Hoping for someone else's happiness. Sora wishes he remembers where he's heard that before. It feels like he should know what happened that him made that so important to him. It's like looking for a light already shining in a room with no bulbs, no lantern. Uneasy, mysterious, impossible. Comforting yet frightening. Which memory was it? Where is it? Why won't it come back?

He thinks he can guess what happened. If Mikado was the type to stand up like that in spite of his nature, of course that means he'd be the type to try to make something bigger. His heart was strong.

"But you don't know. And there's no way to find out. He isn't here." Sora closes his eyes, thinks for a moment, snapping pieces into place. "That's scary, not knowing. And it's embarrassing to be scared." To know that people know that you're not as strong as you want them to think you are. Sora understands that. He's always been uncertain. He doesn't know anything.