[Sora feels some dryness in his mouth. He struggles to swallow a breath back as he stares intently at the rows upon rows of dead keyblades. It makes a severe chill rush up his spine and he feels ... scared.

But this is a dream. How is one of his own memories starting to creep up on him in a dream like this? This is Tifa's dream of finding her mother, her desperation in that. But maybe it's reflecting some of Sora's memories as well?]

Yeah. That's right. Nothing can hurt us here...

[Sora looks down at her with a small soft smile on his face.]

We've gotta be strong together to face things that are scary. Right? Things like losing people or feeling lost... It's easier when we're not alone.