So it really was Sora. Kyousuke didn't know how or why, but... there he was. Living and breathing, like nothing had happened. That probably should have eased some of his tension, but somehow, it only made it worse. ... Maybe he still didn't believe it enough to be relieved. All he could see see right now was that one night all over again: looking on helplessly as a black creature tore him open, certain it was all going to end, only to be saved by a sudden flash of silver. ... Kratos made a choice, and now Kyousuke was only here because Sora wasn't. Or, hadn't been, but didn't clear up the feeling of powerlessness welling up in him. It was just too early for him to be happy.

He continued to stare on as Sora spoke, registering what he was saying. He seemed to be apologizing for something, though Kyousuke couldn't quite figure out what. Something about explaining, but he was distracted by the single thought that kept rolling in his head, and when Sora did go silent, all he could manage to do was say very bluntly, "... You were dead." Like he he hadn't been listening to a single word.

He had been, really. He just couldn't think straight through all this shock and disbelief, beginning to grow incredibly frustrated for reasons he couldn't even comprehend. His reaction didn't even make sense to him, but then, neither did anything right now.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I'm just—... Anyway, we should probably go sit somewhere." They wouldn't be able to get an real privacy here, but at least they could go somewhere out of the way and pretend they did.