She can feel it as she kneels beside Sora: a new power inside her. A warmth. Even amid her thoughts for him, she notices it. She takes a deep breath, as though breathing it in. This still shouldn't be happening; but she has to make herself realize and believe that it is, or she won't be able to do what she has to.

Then comes the real question. Face serious, she looks down at him. "What about you?" There should be a way still, shouldn't there? A way to get him out, to make this moot and unnecessary, to undo it and laugh at their own pessimism in thinking he was done.

But she knows there isn't.