Sora bites his lip because he's not supposed to smile at their reply - key word is huffy, key word is offended - but it's nice to get back to the same pattern. He's just a clown. He likes it when people play along.

"A bombshell, huh." Sora closes his eyes. Of all of the nonsense he's been through, he realizes that him thinking that that's probably the least of it would probably make his entire life something of a torpedo. Several torpedoes.

Eyes open again at both of them, and maybe a little contrite smile. "I'll make a list next time. Ease you guys into it." A list of things he's past that don't feel like they hurt, but maybe they should a little. (Misty doesn't know about Hollow Bastion yet, does she? Or Rage Form. And neither of them know what happened the first time he died. Or the second. He isn't sure about the third time, or the fourth, but the fifth was kind of. Bad. Probably.)

"Promise that there are no more cyborg things." And there aren't! For now.