"Do you understand?"
At first I thought that he had seen me in my hiding spot behind the trees, and was asking me the question, but his eyes still had that far off look, and he spoke in such a whisper I wasn't sure.
I knew he wasn't speaking to me went he continued.
"I didn't mean for you to exist... I'm so sorry," his voice cracked and he shook his head slowly. "I don't even know what I'm sorrier about. That you had to exist...or that I took that existence away."
He clenched his hand in front of himself.
"If I could...I would bring him back. Then I would separate us," he paused as if listening to an answer- he probably was- and smiled sadly. "Well...I'm still a heartless anyway, so I doubt it would make much of a difference. But, yeah, I would do that for you in an instant. It… it doesn't seem right to me, to have two people in the same body... I guess you're my soul or something but...we're so different. Our personalities and friends… I mean...My heart belongs to someone else…" He snorted and looked up into the star filled sky. "Yeah...bad choice of words... But you know what I mean, right? I could never love Axel like you did...I love someone else. At least I loved someone else before I, er, killed myself." He frowned again. "I can't believe that. Not after meeting any of the nobodies. I don't think Mickey has the right to say whose emotions are real and whose aren't. How do you know what emotion is anyway? I'm a heartless and even before we were recombined, I could still feel. I knew what joy was, fear, anger... I knew what it was like to love. You can't tell me that the determination of the Organization wasn't real. You can't say that they couldn't feel pain-I saw it in their eyes- I feel it in your memories. You can't tell me that Axel didn't love you, that someone without emotion can survive. It is our emotions that tell us to continue on, or to sacrifice ourselves for someone else... Without our emotions, we would just be dolls."
"You don't complete me anymore than I could complete you. Not now. Now all we have is two broken... things, in one broken doll, tapped together with shredding tape."
He put his hands to his face resting them on his knees as he sat in the cold night sand. "I'm so sorry."