"No," Sora said with a frown, though he wasn't looking at Ruby. His eyes were fixed on the letter. "He's a friend. Actually, he's not even a boy, he's a duck, but..." He probably wasn't making any sense. He was rambling, partly because he was nervous and partly because it was hard to explain stuff like this to someone he'd only just met.

Even though part of him didn't want to read whatever Donald had written him, he knew that he had to. His friend had taken the time to write it and while he wasn't aware of himself right now, he was still worried for Sora. He had to honor that.

The letter was pretty long, which Sora was grateful for even with all the horrible implications. He read about names that he didn't recognize but that probably belonged to people he knew; about a play he'd never heard of; about his mom and how she and everyone else missed him.

I'm sorry, he thought to himself, almost as if the words could get to his friend if he tried hard enough. Maybe if he'd been back home, the power of his heart would have been strong enough that his message would have gotten through, but he knew that wouldn't be the case here.

He wanted to read it over and over, but he knew that Ruby had to be watching him and so he finally looked up again, a tired smile on his face. "Sorry, I just... it's good to hear from him, but it's sad too, y'know? He doesn't remember anything about what we went through..."