"Yeah!" There's something profoundly reassuring about hearing it described by someone else- to know that he isn't alone in the way it had felt. "I even woke up right over-" Sora is no stranger to upheaval, he'd like to think that he's gotten pretty good at rolling with the punches, especially when there was a time he'd been an ordinary boy on an ordinary island. But this is how he remembers it too- a strange, all over calm. He'd felt so sure of himself, that this was where he needed, wanted to go, and the worry and doubt that so often welled up in him just melted away.

"Oh right!" Perpetually easy to read, Sora's body straightens- as if he's just been scolded over the dinner table for slouching. He points at his chest instead. "I'm Sora. I guess I should've said that part sooner, huh?"