If Roxas was forced to admit it, he didn't really like thinking about how the digital world worked. The more he did, the more he was worried that he'd starting messing with what good memories he had there.

He didn't like thinking of them as fabricated, because they were still technically real people.

"There were, yeah. Hayner, Pence, and Olette. We'd hang out together, and play struggle and eat ice cream. Things like that," Roxas replied, his expression losing some of it's bitterness.

Once they reached the sandlot, Roxas went to go down a side street. "It was over here."

He hoped.