"You…look like him. A lot. But I guess that's obvious?" The red-haired man chuckles, and the boy-hero feels somewhat uncomfortable, and confused.

"You really do," the man says, approaching the boy. "Sora…"

Sora's mind swims a mile a minute, not really far enough in the game to understand all of the pieces he's been thrown, or even more than a few. His mind swims, but hits a wall, the pieces falling apart once more, but, somewhere in his heart, he understands, but doesn't know why.

"You feel like him, too," the looming, red-head man says, his palm slowly moving up Sora's neck to his cheek, and Sora's entire body aches and twists at the gesture. He shakes his head a bit, even blinks, trying to…make sense. Of anything. Of why his heart feels like this…

"I wonder," the man continues, apparently willing to do all of the talking, at least for now. He leans in to Sora's face, his own face warming and red, and the red-man's even hotter, like some kind of pyro-maniac. The last thing Sora can see - or, recall - are bright, green circles closing, and black, triangular markings coming closer, closer, until the man rests his lips upon Sora's. The man's hands move to hold his jaw, and Sora's submissiveness scares himself, especially. Then the man intensifies the kiss, suddenly - violently? - slipping his tongue into Sora's mouth, but suddenly, smooth movements within calm some of the fear, and the boy breathes through his mouth, closing his eyes, clutching the opposite's shoulders, until…the man is satisfied?

The frightening - and yet, somehow…caring? - man breaks their "kiss," and looks down upon Sora with those big, bright green eyes…melancholically.

"You taste like him, too."