The familiar voice echoed distantly inside Sora's mind, seeming to come from nowhere at all; certainly not from the boy it belonged to, who hadn't moved since the Keyblade Master had entered. Had anyone else walked by at that moment, they would have heard nothing.
But it wasn't just the boy's imagination. Far from it.
Can you hear me?
There was another echo; louder, more forceful. There was only one place it could have come from - and, if Sora were to close his eyes, he would find himself there, on a stained glass platform, where Ven was waiting for him.
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The familiar voice echoed distantly inside Sora's mind, seeming to come from nowhere at all; certainly not from the boy it belonged to, who hadn't moved since the Keyblade Master had entered. Had anyone else walked by at that moment, they would have heard nothing.
But it wasn't just the boy's imagination. Far from it.
Can you hear me?
There was another echo; louder, more forceful. There was only one place it could have come from - and, if Sora were to close his eyes, he would find himself there, on a stained glass platform, where Ven was waiting for him.