"Gotta say, I like the all black thing. Much more dramatic than a cape and horned helmet," Eugene agreed lightly, steering his roommate down the hallway. Despite the convenient (and protective!) shared glow of their flashlights, the two tiny lights were casting too many shadows for him to see the gash in the Once-ler's back. Even if the Once-ler didn't think it was too bad, stopping to examine the wound more closely was out of the question. If they could, it was far better to just push for Rapunzel's room and deal with it when they had the storied benefits of magical glowing hair to fall back out. If not? Well, he'd built a successful criminal career on resourcefulness.

"Not that I have anything against the barbarian look, of course. I know some great barbarians! Lovely people. One of them is a very good interior designer! The things that man can do with bloodstains and a bear rug..."

He was so caught up in his own slightly nervous chatter that the Once-ler's question took several seconds to fully sink in.

"Sora?"

Oh no. Oh please, no.

"I...I've never met him. We've only written to each other on the board."