Final Game.
I'm empty. I'm like a hollow glass. I have no bastions left. I am the embodiment of nothing. This, in itself is a fallacy, and more chillingly, fate's irony. I am lonely. If I could feel. A more accurate term would be singular. How can I exist, and not exist at the same time? This is true horror. Disconnection. If I cease, I will not be mourned. My blackened body and soul, my true self has already been mourned.
Did they cry?
I push back my thoughts, even though I can't deny them. Did they cry, even if I brought death upon myself? Did they care for the monster I had changed into? Part of me can feel the monster, a twisted body, another shade of blackness that swallowed me whole. I am the heartless one...that thing is only tainted. Does it have a chance for redemption? Or would light destroy it? Blind it with reason and order, and make it absent, like me?
What is my purpose?
To regain what was lost? Impossible. How can a heart made of darkness heal? Wouldn't it destroy, like a weapon? Has he lost his mind? Has nothingness become darkness, retaining it? Or has he simply lost his mind? Does he think that we will blindly believe him, as we want to cling to hope? Only destruction shall come from Kingdom Hearts. It will consume him as it consumed his other. And he will be defeated by the child and the blade, as his other was.
I am the only one who sees the truth?
Their actions are futile. The blade cannot be stopped, yet we still try. I want to escape, to give up this charade, and I want to be real. But I can't. Because that would mean to not exist. In finality. I would not be able to think or observe. I would not be. But this is inescapable. I am already nothing. Why not complete my transition into non-existence? But my instinct pull me along, even though I fully know I will be slain. But I will play a final game before I do.
"It is such a shame..."
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