Alright, deal. [Good gods, someone who's a more lethal chef than Ventus? Pinch him; he's dreaming. Yet he stops himself from saying anything more when Shiro continues. A look of realization dawning on his face. 'Would have lost'-?

Remember me...]

No wonder you look so tired. [A lighthearted tease. He remembered how heavy he felt, how exhausted he was when he first arrived in Crystallis yet he pushed through it. Not wanting to believe that it was real because if it was... what that would mean for so many others. Least of all himself. Yet none of it echoes in his expression, which remains somehow... warm.]

I'm glad to hear that. I know how much someone worries about those from home in situations like this. [Him more than most, but he doesn't say why.] Three others arrived from my worlds along with Riku and the other me. One is his best friend, and the others... I'm not sure what to make of. They're both from way before I was made.

[If he had his powers, this would be an easy question to solve. But his gut instinct tells him do not trust, so he's already planning on not telling a soul in that house where he moves to when they get back.]