“Oh,” came Kairi’s small response to Harry’s parent comment, her eyes lowering to peer at the table in silence. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” She allowed the topic to end there, knowing it was for the best. She didn’t know what she would have done if it were her adoptive parents that ever visited her – it wouldn’t be as bad as Harry’s visit, because at least her parents were alive (as far as she knew, anyway) so she couldn’t even fathom what he had gone through.

Nowe. She vaguely remembered the conversation between Sora and Renji when they had all first met – Renji had been injured and they had gone to visit and she had overheard. She had suspected he was a friend, but from the sounds of things, he was much more than a simple acquaintance.

“Maybe …” Kairi spoke up finally, a frown crossing her lips as she tried to think. “Maybe it’s like what Naminé and I are. Naminé is my Nobody – she and I look quite similar, except she has blonde hair. Her and I have completely different personalities, yet we are still basically the same person in a sense. Maybe it was something like that? It could have been him, but it might not have been at the same time?”