[Roxas doesn't shy away this time, though he's still very much huddled inside of his own space. His blue gaze seems fixed on the sun outside.] Good to know.

[He does react to that name, though it's a moment or two before he looks at Riku. He decides that's a bad idea and goes back to staring outside.] I wasn't... supposed to exist. All of the others tried to transfer their souls, their hearts, their memories. The originals died, so I guess it didn't happen the way they wanted it to.

But Sora's still alive. Ever since I can remember, we've been connected. His memories are my memories... but I have my own memories, too. [His hand drops from the glass.] Maybe when this is all over I'll disappear, but... I want to know him. I don't want to be him.