[Overwhelming is right. To be here, face to face with Sora—heck, to be anywhere when he'd thought his last best chance at anyone remembering what he'd lived through was to share it in a dream is just...it's a lot.

He manages a small, crooked smile before sitting down facing Sora, legs crossed, back straight. For a long moment, he looks at Sora, and it doesn't escape him how much their eyes look the same.]

I don't know where I'm from. [Or when? He's not completely sure what Sora meant by that.] The last thing I remember before I dreamed about the storm, I was...

[He taps the center of Sora's chest lightly before returning his hands to his lap.]

But I remember meeting you when you were dreaming.