[There was some hesitance when he watched the armor materialize -like his body recognized it, almost feeling his stance shift slightly as if he was the one donning it. It was strange to say the least.

And really, with all that was one the line now, such a notion was the least of his concerns. However, he'd been getting a number of crash courses in recognizing an opportunity when it came up, so he waited a moment, wanting to say something before he took that Keyblade -before he'd be fighting again.]

I know we don't have much time, but before we go, will I see you again after this?

Seeing that Keyblade and that armor...

[He trails off, gesturing at the stranger as a whole.]

I get this weird feeling that I've felt the weight of that before. Just this sad, familiar feeling. Like when I first reappeared and started talking to Xion.

I know now isn't the time, but I have so many questions I want answers to.