[He sighs, feeling slightly annoyed amidst the hopelessness. He already told her the answer to that question earlier—] I haven't been here in awhile, so we arrived at the same time. Whatever happened to the others is...

[Wait a minute. That's right, he hasn't been here in awhile. But they were searching for a way out, so how did he leave before?

He turns away from the wall, bringing a hand up to his chin as he tries to sort through his muddled thoughts. He was definitely somewhere else for awhile... because he was already deleted from the system? That's why this sensation is so frighteningly familiar. He knows exactly what's going to happen to them from experience, not from theorizing or guesswork.]

But if I was deleted and ended up back here, where was I in between? [he's mumbling to himself now, ignoring how his fingers are beginning to crumble away from the corruption. What was that other place called? He's sure he didn't imagine it. A place where souls are recruited as gods and weapons, where he met people like Sora and Jakob... how did he end up back here from that place...?

As he tries more and more to dig out the memory, the corruption around them starts to darken and bulge, like something is trying to push through from the other side of the wall.]