Sora missed the sand. It seemed so far away. He missed the ocean, and the sun, and the trees. Life seemed like one long struggle, a battle to fight-to-win-to-smileaboutlater. But later never comes. There was always more people who needed help. Who needed a hero. Sora loved to help them, that's just who he was. But he needed the sand.
How many more enemies must he cut down? How many more memories must cease to be? He fought for many things, for many people, all of whom missed something.
He missed home.