[They grow steadily louder, as if they're approaching from behind the door in front of them. Sora seems to be hearing it too, but he doesn't understand what they're saying. To Babydoll, they're crystal clear- and strangely familiar. Maybe friends. Maybe even family.]
[To Sora, they are just strangle garbled syllables, too warped to understand what's being spoken. Even if he could understand, he wouldn't know it was a name.]
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[To Sora, they are just strangle garbled syllables, too warped to understand what's being spoken. Even if he could understand, he wouldn't know it was a name.]
Do you know who they are?