"Which begs the question," Luxord replied, fingers tapping against his chin and head canted in an oddly innocent gesture, "why are you not watching them now?" At the last word, his eyes went to glancing over the cafeteria, one minute to gaze at a certain silver-haired boy conversing with II, the next to take note of the Princess of Heart happily playing with VIII. "For ones so close… you are dreadfully distant."

Curiouser and curiouser. One would think that with all their time apart, nothing could separate them now. But the proof only lay right in front of him; hearts were not as linked as he imagined, it seemed.

How depressing.

The Nobody fixated Sora with a smirk of that of a Cards Dealer, of a Ringmaster, and held his hands to the boy. As before, the cards slid from his sleeves, and he placed them in a pile between them, despite their distance. "Let's play a game," he said, voice inviting, yet oddly sinister, as he placed his hands onto the face-down tower. In a blink, his hands moved, separated, and in their wake lie three groups of six cards, faces hidden and aligned in vertical rows.

"I truly question what cards Fortuna has concealed for you and your friends, if you are as connected together as you claim."