[No, Sora's not imagining it. The armor's helm is no longer hanging down, but looking up and right at it's sudden visitors.
Then the helm turns, 'eyes' falling right on Sora.] You return, young Bearer.
[Oh. Shit. It talks. Words carried on the wind, with a metallic ring to them.] If you wish to challenge me again, I will not dissuade you. However, all I have left to offer you is my hatred of Xehanort.
[The 'head' then turns, looking right at Riku. A few seconds of silence hang in the air, before it speaks again.] You... I know you...
[It's not getting up. Yet. Only continuing to talk. It almost sounds as if talking is putting a strain on it, somehow. But the words this time carry no anger, no sense of fatigue. Just an odd sense of 'happy' and 'proud'.] It looks like... you found me, friend.
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Then the helm turns, 'eyes' falling right on Sora.] You return, young Bearer.
[Oh. Shit. It talks. Words carried on the wind, with a metallic ring to them.] If you wish to challenge me again, I will not dissuade you. However, all I have left to offer you is my hatred of Xehanort.
[The 'head' then turns, looking right at Riku. A few seconds of silence hang in the air, before it speaks again.] You... I know you...
[It's not getting up. Yet. Only continuing to talk. It almost sounds as if talking is putting a strain on it, somehow. But the words this time carry no anger, no sense of fatigue. Just an odd sense of 'happy' and 'proud'.] It looks like... you found me, friend.
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