Tweak says, "speaking of churros...." 8D;;;;
Sora snorted at this, a half-laugh, half-protest. Heroes didn't exist to him. People were people, hero was a label. On the inside, they better be different or he'd group them in with every one else, the masses of walking meat sacks that just weren't worth his time if they didn't contain anything unique in those cells.
However, the sounds of breaking rock caught his attention and he slowly flicked his gaze towards the girl, moving towards the large piece of rubble she had been resting on as it started to crack and splinter. He hesitated, eyes widening with those blue orbs staring, brows furrowing nervously.
"Your.. your rock..." He said slowly, bringing up a hand to point at it.