And before I knew it, I felt the keyblade going through my abdomen. I really didn't know what to think or what to say… "Curse you, fiend?" I could do better… If only I didn't have metal jutting out from my back.
I felt my breathing choke up as blood entered my throat, almost as if it were trying to escape my body, to get into the air. And then there was a wet cough and blood was splattered onto the marble of the white floor… If Zexion had seen this, he'd scold me over his clean floors.
I looked into the face of the keybearer, and for a moment, I thought I saw remorse. Maybe he saw it in my eyes too. I doubted it though. His hand on the blade's handle, jerked the key-like sword from my body, and I fell forward on my knees.
You only have so much to say or to think when you're fading away in wisps of smoke. I didn't want to share any words with the enemy, so I stuck to thinking… Why did it have to go like this? Why couldn't I have at least found a heart first? … But I believe these questions would go unanswered.
I fell onto my stomach and chest, more blood pouring out onto the white floor. Maybe it was supposed to happen like this? I doubted it.
I saw black rushing up to meet me, and then light! It seemed I had the choice to choose between going back into darkness, and meeting light for the first time… I chose light. And that was it. I was gone.