That's true. That's my name. [ Sora looks at Riku, trying to gauge how far he's falling, whether he wants to risk him falling any farther. He won't stop this train, but he's unwilling to let him hit rock bottom on this. He still cares so, so much for him. The bond in his heart waves, untethered in the storm in the disquiet inside of him, catching on the tumult like a phantom limb.

Someone should be at the other end of that bond. Only fate knows if it will catch. ]

You know it too, don't you? Someone once told you that your eyes couldn't lie. [ Sora looks at him intently, seriously. ] That's my name. But it also belongs to someone else.