She had a point, of course. If there was even a chance that he might end up turning on his friends somehow, then could he really risk leaving his room? Maybe it would make more sense to just barricade himself in his room and try to sleep. The problem was that with how nervous he was, he didn't even know if he'd be able to manage that.

The idea of having someone with him was nice, but Sora didn't think he could agree to it in the end. Not when it was possible he'd turn into something and then attack them while they were in close quarters with him. It had been bad enough seeing his friend's mutilated bodies. If he was the cause of something like that?

He'd never be able to live with himself.

Sora glanced over at the mention of Lingormr. It seemed like that name just kept cropping up everywhere. Sora didn't feel as wary about the man now that he'd talked to him in person, though, and if Lingormr was looking for ways to stop this illness, then it wasn't like Sora could reject that.

"Yeah, we've met," he replied with a nod. "Good luck, then, okay? I... I appreciate you doing so much for me."