Maybe. I don't know. I didn't see anyone else's memories, or dreams, or whatever they were. [Roxas had come along on the rescue mission as backup and nothing more. Ending up in the dream he'd shared with others had been a complete mistake. If he were being honest the only reason he had gone out on the ships was to see if anyone he knew might be there. But of course, no one was there. No one important to him, anyhow.]

It was just... so specific. Like everything that happened was directly because of us, and everything we saw might have actually happened to us. The people I heard talking said the memories they saw, they couldn't interact with them, and they were specific to one person. But this one we could, and each of us saw something related to us. I just... I don't know. It's all really confusing.

[His gaze dropped from Hunk a little bit ago, and instead he's tracing the grain of the table with the tips of his fingers, brows knit together in concentration as he tried to puzzle the situation out.]