When Link grabbed the knife, Sora felt some relief, as this meant that his new roommate hadn't come all this way only to gain nothing from it. Now he had a weapon, and while a knife was the sort of thing that required you to get too close to a monster for comfort, it was better than nothing.

But when Link's face darkened and Sora looked from the knife in his hands up to the drawing on the wall, he felt his body go cold. No, was that really what it was implying? Weren't they just jumping to conclusions?

He placed a hand on his stomach, but it definitely didn't feel like it had butterflies in it. No, he just felt sick, but he'd been nauseous since this morning, and that was a sign of something, wasn't it?

"Do you really think that's what it's supposed to be?" he said after a too-long pause, his voice going quiet. On top of it being dangerous, could he really ask someone to cut him open? Though as Sora remembered Renji's body, laid out and slashed open in the middle, he realized that was exactly what was going on here.

This was not the kind of cure he'd been hoping for.