His head lifts at the apology. He doesn't really want the man to apologize. He doesn't want his feelings coddled he just wants to choose the right thing, filled with just as much uncertainty.

He can relate too easily. He can finish the sentence left to trail if he wanted. If being remembered only causes pain maybe they're better off forgotten.

Three years, he hears, and he's not sure if he wants to laugh or cry. He hasn't seen his daughter in ten, and this man doesn't know his sister from three? And Better than they did. He could ask, but he doesn't need to. Even the worst of his fosters wasn't so cruel but it doesn't take a genius to work it out.

It also meant that Orihime was alone and that thought holds him just as cold as Sora's hand.

"That's a lot in my hands, amigo," he says sadly. But if it's up to him, then he's already made up his mind. He rubs at his arm uncomfortably when Sora bows. Cultural thing or no, it feels like far more than he deserves. But he can hold out his hand to shake when Sora rises.

"I'll do my best for you two. Least I can for a fellow dead man, right?" He tries to smile.