Okay, you're starting to feel way, way weirder now, and not necessarily in a good way. Thinking about fluid makes you think about Max and the stains on his bandages, the fact that something cut him open…

You don't like this train of thought one bit.


ROXAS: Yeah, us TCPs are just…. Sacks of weird squishy fluid.
ROXAS: …Hey bud, you doin' okay?