Primeval Eidolon Scar requested this. Read, or be Nobodified.
Aww… Blew it again…
That was the last thing he could remember. That, and his screaming, his beloved sitar boiling away to nothing, his body lost to the darkness.
Eh.. Ah? NO WAAAAAY!!!
They had thrown him into the field of combat unprepared. Using him as nothing more than a catspaw, holding him against Sora for as long as it took till the horde of heartless could get into position.
This… This feeling…
Wisps of his memory drifted through the twilight realm, glowing slightly as it contacted the mists in the clouds, shimmering in the afternoon heat.
I still can't feel… anything…
The boy who had slain him was shedding great sorrow, and he could not feel anger at the child. A friend had fallen, and even the Nocturne felt his memory twinge in sympathy… Somewhere in his past lives, a great friend of his had fallen, perhaps a lover? But the Nocturne could no longer remember his name; his memory was corrupting in the void.
Axel, Roxas, Luxord, Xigbar… Namine. My companions. Thank you.
Who was that person? That old friend? He had died a far way away, a long time ago… His name… Ze-… something. The collection of memories made up their collective minds to decide later. The boy was joining up with yet more companions and vanquishing heartless, mindlessly pulverizing in the name of 'good'. He was little more than a gifted puppet, abet a strong-willed one. The memories recalled that yes, even they had been answering to the beck and call of the one named Xemnas.
But as for you, Superior… You sent me to die.
Well, that was a surprise, the boy's friend was only knocked out. They were speaking of a great trial, a massive amount of heartless had assembled outside the small cave, the memories could hear the great call of the monsters, so many were they…
I swear, if I can ever return to this mortal plane…
The Superior had come, had spoken, had departed. The boy and his friends had rushed into the great throng, the Keyblade flashing in holy light, the good-luck charm seeming out of place in the dark depths.
… I will show you my rage, my hatred of you…
The creatures were dying in droves, the boy sliced, cut carved through their ranks. Sliding beneath a flying heartless, grabbing it and firing a great beam in a circle. Hearts flew from their cages, returning to the great moon…
… and you will DROWN in it.
The final heartless fell, the heart…
The heart remained floating high above the air, before soaring into the clouds, where it touched upon a wisp, a faint glow…
There was a flash, a great undulation of sound, and…
Dyme awoke, and felt his body float down.
Yes, he will be VERY pissed off.