[he pauses, eyes lowered again in thought.]

I wonder what this place wants. What the lessor wants.

[daily, boring suburbia. roxas can't summon his keyblade. there are no heartless. it's life all over again, even if it might not be real. there's a layer of plastic, fakeness and illusion and suspicion, underlying everything. but even so-]

I guess, when I'm not thinking about that... [he's a little happy. but he won't say another word. he shakes his head, looking back to riku.]

I'll figure out what I can, whenever I get the time.