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[He looks at her again, and oh, now he's got it. Now he knows who he sees staring back at him through those red eyes. And he laughs a little, mirthlessly.]
You remind me of someone I knew back home.
[Then he turns back to Roxas, his smile a little easier.] Doesn't it? You should try a strawberry margarita. It doesn't taste like alcohol either. [He doesn't hold his own out for sampling, though.]