So the memories I have aren't real? Or... the visions and dreams I have, those are memories?

[He lets his defensive posture rest as he thinks, standing straight with the end of the keyblade touching the stained glass floor beneath them.]

I don't remember a Ventus. But, Roxas... He was a part of me?

[He places his free hand over his heart, looking down. Somehow, all of this nonsense was actually starting to make sense. In his dream, Roxas had talked like they were one and the same, yet Sora had insisted that Roxas was his own person.]