Yeah, it figures. It's difficult to be in a place where death can come so easily and quickly, and it must be doubly difficult to handle it if you've only recently come to terms with the enormity of death itself. Most people had to deal with death at the door. Soldat... probably needed some time.

Sora's going to eat slowly, enjoying the food and poking a little at the ghost. "Hey. You're a little friend, right? You can eat some, if you like."

He eats thoughtfully for a moment, watching them go at their food without much commentary. Nutrition versus quality of life is having a duel upstairs at the moment.

"It's a superstition," Sora reminds them gently. "It doesn't always work. Like the paopu fruit." Like friendship. Hey, what is friendship but a mass hallucination of closeness, anyway?