Sora stiffens when he hears Joker next to him, and really, there's no one else it could be. No one else would have given such a chase like that. Still, he doesn't look up from where his gaze is glued to his knees.

The wind is starting to pick up, now, ruffling Sora's hair, and wow, if nothing else he's grateful for the fact that his servant's uniform includes a jacket. It's still warmer outside than it was in the dungeons, though. For a long moment, there is only silence, and the sound of the wind lightly rustling the things around them.

"...It's not your fault," Sora says finally, so quiet it's barely audible. "It was my decision to leave."

Whether he means leaving his room, or leaving the carnival, he doesn't specify.