[ Mary may have picked up certain habits from him-- like being able to enjoy sea-salt ice cream without immediately wrinkling her nose at the first lick, or curling into herself when she's sad instead of how she'd used to just sit with her hands in her lap and stare out a window.

She offers him a side-glance now, slightly surprised but not really, because she hasn't really hidden it that well lately. But at least with Roxas, she's comfortable enough to not immediately refuse to respond. ]

... I was thinking about the worlds-- all the different ones, that everyone's from.

[ Which doesn't explain why she looks so despondent, and she's not even mentioning Ene, but she'll get to some of this soon enough. ]

I don't think a lot of people would want to live here forever.