Although they have the means, Roxas had doubted he'd ever actually set foot in Twilight Town. The real Twilight Town, not the artifice that his original had been kept in, nor the one housed within the journal. It should have been impossible for someone like him, something like him, to exist within the tangible realm like this. And yet here he is, and Add's hand on his shoulder anchors him to the certainty of that reality.

But having never anticipated this, he realizes that he doesn't know what he wants to do yet. There's so much he knows about this place secondhand, and yet it wasn't real. Not for him, and not for the one he was made in the image of.

"We could..." He trails off, uncertain. "Look around? My original was never really here, but I know where everything is. I could see it for myself." And those would be his experiences, alongside Add.