[ There sure was, and it was always a hit or miss whether he'd make it home unscathed. He'd complained about it being a bother, back then, but it was also something that made his days interesting- noisy, bustling streets is how he'd come to see Recolle, in stark contrast with the recent months where everything just sort of... faded away, like chalk being washed off a sidewalk come spring and muggy summer. ]

...There's the subway... [ The nostalgia in his voice picks up a little melancholy, remembering how scared people were when the city had first plunged into complete darkness, save for the subway lights. ]

...Sora, do you ever feel like leaving Recollé, if you could? It's been way over a year since we all came here.