Sora looks at Vanitas as if he's being pulled from his own thoughts and sighs.

"Look, I know what it's like to have the pieces of yourself pulled apart and have to collect them all up again. It's exhausting." Finally, Sora goes to find a place to sit down and ends up plopping up against a rock.

"I mean, are you exhausted? Because when I did it, boy, I sure was. And the whole time I had to act like everything was okay because if I didn't I'd probably figure out just how screwed I was."

He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest and feels like such an idiot for putting words to these feelings. And for letting Vanitas be the one to hear them.

He isn't supposed to let this stuff get to him. It's not supposed to be a big deal that they lost, that he died, that he's gone again.

No. Put a stop to those thoughts. He's back in one piece so everything is okay. It has to be okay.