So, the real name of this piece is supposed to be I Am(Special) but ff-net wouldn't let me put in the parentheses. Yeah.
Disclaimer: They're not mine…
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I am empty. Thank you for that, Sora. I had nothing to begin with, but somehow, now I have less. Xemnas was right: you are special.
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I hear I'm the last one left. Although, I guess they never really included me among their ranks. They tell me I was white. The absence of color, and of darkness. Black and white don't mix, they told me. Only Somebodies get grey.
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There were times I thought I felt something. Back when I first met you, I was happy that you cared. I was sad when you didn't need me. When Organization XIII came to me, I was so glad: someone needed me for something again. You ruined that, too.
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She told me all her theories, theories that many would have called treasonous. Treason, within the Organization, was an offense punishable by death. She was ready to die for her beliefs, but you killed her without knowing what she believed. You didn't think she could believe. You thought a lot of things, with no proof.
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But that's a whole nother story: her story. Not mine to tell, although it's not like she can tell it anymore. It's just one of the countless stories, one of the many lives you've destroyed completely unawares, Sora. Yeah, you are special.
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I used to be special to someone, too.