A/N: Um. I don't know about this one, really. The second-person POV may be enough to get me killed, but I'm ready to risk it. I'm technically addressing Naminé, not someone I've made up or what-have-you. This was a little drabble exercise meant for a challenge on LJ that kind of went off-topic, so I couldn't really enter it. That, and it got a little too long. So…yeah. Read and review if you like. And I swear I'll leave Naminé alone someday.
Prayer
All your life, you've relied on prayer. You know that praying is silly, that only people with hearts ever get what they want. People with hearts have feelings behind the requests, have more riding on them.
And that's why deities don't pay attention to Nobodies like you. There are no powers but light and darkness and whatever you're in, whatever the Organization's in, the betwixt and the between.
But you're not strong, and you're not able to get anything you want in the real world. So you turn to the sky you can't see and you pray.
You pray for someone to save you from Castle Oblivion, your bleached-bone prison. You pray for someone to save you from Marluxia's Venus flytrap eyes and Larxene's sharp hands, things you can't fight because you're too weak. You pray for someone to save you from the white, white room where you're drawing Sora closer and closer to you.
Later you'll realize you're not as good as you like to think. Later you'll learn this bad sensation you're feeling is guilt, and that what you did to Sora was wrong. Later you'll learn that you have to work for what you want, and that the prayers didn't bring Sora to you.
He didn't come here because he wanted to rescue you. He's a hero, he's everyone's hero, but right now he can't be your hero. He's trying to save someone else.
But that doesn't mean you can't save him.
Look at Sora now, Naminé.
He's hanging there, suspended in sleep, where he'll fly and fall and fly and fall until everything's set right again. You're trying to undo what you've done, which is a very good thing to do. Because you could have let him stay a brainless puppet who didn't remember anything but who said your name and saved you from the dark.
But now, look who's coming through the door. It's a man with a wrapped face, and another man in a coat like Marluxia and Larxene used to wear. They have dark voices and they're stronger than you, and they want you to come with them; the Castle's falling apart, you'll be safer with them.
No, you say, I can't let him go. I made a promise.
Good girl; you're learning not to bend in front of the powers ahead of you.
But the man in the black coat, who you can trust for a reason you can't name, says that it's okay, you can still watch over him like you are right now.
The first night in the new place is strange to you. The pod-room is almost a little too much like the old one. It's all very similar to your bleached-bone prison, but you're too afraid to protest. So you just pray instead, even if it's silly, even if only people with hearts get what they want.
Maybe now you need a new creed. Or maybe now it's time to stop praying and learn to start doing.
It's a slow process, but you're able to learn. Remember what you are able to do; it's going to take you far. You're freer here than you've ever been before. It's time to stop praying, Naminé. It's time to start doing.
Maybe now it's time to know that Roxas is still Sora, and that maybe DiZ isn't as good as he likes to think and that what he's doing is wrong. Maybe now it's time to learn that no deed goes unpunished, whether or not it's good or bad.
Maybe it's time to learn all that, to dive into the fake Twilight Town anyway, to learn to stand up for what you know is right.
Maybe it's time to meet Roxas, at least once, before his world falls apart and before yours does too.
Maybe it's time to learn all that, Naminé, and not be afraid.
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