Sora looks back at that face. It's so uncomfortable how it's so familiar and yet so strange. He feels a weird tug in his heart that he isn't clear he understands. His hand presses against his chest as he watches Vanitas for a moment.

"So... you don't need them, but you do need us, don't you? Me and Ven? You called us brothers. You said we defined each other."

It's strange, too, how fighting against the Organization had made up so much of his life the last two years, but when its members had faded one by one after their battles they had left words that worked their way into Sora's head, into his heart.

Vanitas had left so many more questions than answers. Maybe some of them could be answered on this world, now that they were both stuck here.