[The roiling crimson within the stained glass doesn't respond. Instead, it churns and twists almost mockingly, as if whatever's trapped inside is laughing silently at Kor. But no voice or sound comes from within.]
[But a voice does speak up from behind Kor.]
...Kor?
[If Kor turns to look, he'll see that where he was once alone, Roxas is now standing there. But he's not wearing his usual attire; instead, he's wearing a long, black cloak, the hood up just enough to settle on his head with a bit of his hair sticking out. He's looking confused at the brown-haired boy, as if baffled to even see him.]
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[But a voice does speak up from behind Kor.]
...Kor?
[If Kor turns to look, he'll see that where he was once alone, Roxas is now standing there. But he's not wearing his usual attire; instead, he's wearing a long, black cloak, the hood up just enough to settle on his head with a bit of his hair sticking out. He's looking confused at the brown-haired boy, as if baffled to even see him.]