If he can... ?

Atlas then smirked and took the magic bag from him and he thanked him again before closing the door to their suite.

Solomon went back to Sora's suite, but now that he knew she was okay and was looking at the memories of her little boy, he was reluctant to stay.

He was still worried, but he wasn't sure if Sora would enjoy his company when she woke up... maybe she'd rather be alone after viewing her son's memories.

Solomon walked over to the side of the bed where Sora was and he placed on the nightstand another magic bag identical to the one he had just given to Altas.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed and he took Sora's hand in his.

Of course he wanted to stay with her, he had dreamed of this moment thousands of times, he caressed her wrist gently where the marks of the chains she had worn for 17 years were imprinted in her flesh and the hatred he had felt for this King that Axel had killed, turned then against these 2 Goddesses.