I know that nobodies aren't supposed to exist - after all I am a nobody.
We don't have hearts and until we do we have no right to express our non-emotions like they are meant. Because of that I gamble - trying to make all this non-existence a game - not that I have anything to put on line.
Like number eight. Somehow he cheated, traded his being with something, touched the Keyblade Master's heart, even woken up that traitor, Roxas. I can't wrap my mind around the fact that someone could actually make something from nothing, could actually cheat in the only thing I was sure of impossibility to make something real - it is a game, thing that has no real purpose in life - like me, like the whole Organization only desiring what we are missing the most, gambling others lives on it. I only believed it because it gave me a reason, a purpose to try to become Somebody.
Guess I have missed something then on Port Royal. There was feeling of relation to the world - gamblers' world - life or money - it doesn't matter. If my other was from that place I wouldn't be surprised.
Anyway, I must see thirteen's Other once again - was there anything that made Axel - assassin, murderer, traitor - to sacrifice everything - nothing - that he was - to that boy.
- I'd rather we just skip the formalities. The first to run out of time is the loser.