Burn
Roxas. That's all I'll remember. As I sank into the abyss of non-existence so complete that it finally took my body, I saw not Sora, the key-blade bearer, but Roxas, the one person who could make me feel like I did exist. Funny, that.
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Roxas,
I know you probably will never get this message, but I'm writing it anyway.
I don't know what happens when you cease to physically, as I've only ever lacked a heart, and I'm not sure what I'm feeling. Yeah, feeling. It's weird, you know? Like, I feel… almost afraid.
I'd try to lay light on the cheese, but I'm not very coherent at the moment. I don't even know why I'm writing this, but I don't know what else to do. Back to the cheese. I feel like, you know, all I can remember in my life is fire. Vicious, vicious fire. And yet I've never felt so truly afraid of it before…
I don't want to be burned.
How perfect an end would that be. How… fitting. The sheer satire that makes up our universe obviously wouldn't let it end any other way.
Tomorrow, I'm going. I'm going to help him. The one that looks so much like you. I can almost feel again when he's around, as if he's the shadow of you, as if there's been some sick role reversal and somehow I feel, and you're a full person. I don't have much time, but I think I can put a name to my feelings.
I love you.
And… I know you've already left us, but I still haven't said goodbye. So…
Goodbye. See you in the next life.
Axel
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"Another message in a bottle?" Sora thought to himself. Following their return to the island, the trio had received far too many letters requesting help for comfort. But this seemed different.
As he scanned the bottle, he took note of the green tinge to the bottle, as well as the ill-fitting cork which sealed it. This was definitely not from the King.