[At the reaction, it makes two who's thoughts are swimming. There's a twitch of a thin eyebrow and a flicker of confusion in those green eyes. Lea's not sure if he gasped audibly, feeling the air caught and tangeled up in his throat, lodged there in worry. But all Lea knows is that simple question feels all wrong.

Or, at least, his gut is telling him that it is.]

C'mon, you should know what's going on. After Sora defeated you [Because, sorry, Isa, that's how he's sure it played out,], you should have been completed again.

[He pauses and crosses his arms across his chest and taps a finger against one of them. He keeps a snide remark about how Isa helped him in his own erasure, not really bitter, but somewhat bitter.]

Unless you're from an earlier point in time. Right?

This place can do that, you know. Commit it to memory.