Master is very lonely. Not even the witch-lady's spells can make him forget that. Before us he had only her, and the cold girl. The witch hurts him, though, and I do not like her. I do not like the cold girl either. He spends days with her, watching her lie there, talking to her. She is missing something, he says, and it makes him cry. I hate her.
Master talks to me sometimes, too, but his head is always down and his voice is always sad. He talks to me like he talks to the others, mostly, with simple words and simple thoughts. And then, on special days, the others leave and it us just us, sitting, and the cold girl lying there. Then he calls me by a name. It is not my name, but the name of the boy I hate most.
Whenever Master sees him he is sad, sadder even than with the cold girl. I think he can fix her, or the witch, or the man who is one of us but not. But Master cannot fix this boy, and so he has me. We look alike, the boy and I, but we are nothing alike. He is cruel; he left Master alone, left the girl. He makes Master cry the most, more than the girl, more than the witch or the strange man. I never make Master cry.
Still, he calls me Heartless when he sees me, and acts like I'm the monster. I want to tell him that he's wrong, but Master gave me no mouth. When he vanishes and Master sits beside the girl, holding her hand, his eyes too sad even for tears, I beg for him to call out to me. But he will not, because he gave me no name. Only Sora, only the worst of others' names. Master is loneliest then, but he is not alone.
I have no mouth. I have no name. But I have a heart. |
