Right, behind his back. That made sense, but once again, it was hard for Sora to think straight. As Tsurugi sat down, Sora turned so that his back was facing him to make the job of tying his hands easier. While he wanted to be relieved at the sensation of the cloth tightening around his wrists, the fact of the matter was that Tsurugi's proximity was becoming a problem.

Sora didn't even need to be looking at Tsurugi to sense his heart, to feel it pulsing and almost calling to him. Sora tried to employ logic. He already had a heart, even if his body was trying to tell him otherwise, so he didn't need more. He wasn't some Heartless that had no mind of its own and only wanted to subsist off of others. He was supposed to be the one who stopped those things.

Sora dragged in a breath, trying to calm himself down. It helped when Tsurugi moved away, and Sora tested the restraints in the meantime. It seemed like they would work well enough, but how long would that last? Either way, it was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation to pounce the other boy and tear into his chest, which meant --

"You need to get out of here," Sora said thickly. "I don't think -- I don't think I'm going to be me for much longer." He knew that he should be tied down further, but he didn't want to risk Tsurugi getting close to him again.