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All it had taken was four words. Four words that destroyed everything Sora thought he knew. Suddenly, the faceless dissolved into distorted, mangled expressions of people, humans. He could hear their laughter, he ached with their worries and regrets, and he shook with fear-their fear.
"Roxas is your Nobody". Sora was no different than his enemies. He lacked distinction from the humans whose shells he had destroyed.
Oh, but he had given uphis heart willingly; he attempted to achieve something greater than himself. He remembered- although only slightly- the sinking of his heart as if gravity were pulling him closer to darkness; he remembered wind whipping at his cheeks as he stood above China, so cold he thought small shards of ice had sunk into his skin, while the town below him drooped in despair, its dragon god a Heartless.
Sora recalled now, how he thought the ground he stood upon betrayed him one night when the earth suddenly split, destroying his home. Within the gaping wounds he saw shadows, mysteries, a bitter taste he didn't understand. That night, and for many nights later, the sun relinquished its warmth to the moon, who in turn laughed in his face when Sora ached the worst, when he missed her the most.
When Sora ran through the Proof of Existence, fire licked at his heels, tying to take backsomething for itself, although he wasn't sure what. Extinguishing the flame was useless, because water simply doused him, choking him, pulling him into its currents. He had to fight or drown: if only he could find the time to stop, and give himself a chance to breathe.
He remembered how sweetly she smelled, like blooming sweet olives. He pictured himself in a field, flowers dancing in the breeze, their scent exactly like his memories. A harsh blow from battle snapped Sora out of his daze, as if it were a jolt of electricity running thick through his limbs.
At the Altar of Naught, when confronted by Xemnas- the last one still bearing any semblance to a human- Sora hesitated. The voices of his friends were distant to him, and when Xemnas spoke, his questioning of right or wrong cut through Sora with a blaze of elements he could no longer distinguish.
All the elements, that is, except for one. Sora grinned. He had a weapon the Organization could never attain again, and it was the defining attribute that made it okay to finish this war.
Sora had Roxas. Light.