[Roxas shakes his head furiously. No, no, no. He was alone. If someone had been with him, surely they wouldn't have let him go off with Xemnas. And if they had, they'd be awful enough he wouldn't want to be with them anyway.

He doesn't back down. He's lost so much for so long now, and the one thing he'd gained was a real understanding of who he was and where he'd come from. He knows he's not wrong about it, but Terra's certainty that he is is unnerving, almost a little frightening. Because why would he?]

That doesn't make any sense. I'm from the same time as Sora—the exact same time. Ten or eleven years ago, I was...I was five or six.

[I was still Sora, then.]