Going.
Going.
Gone.
Here, or not?
Real, or not?
When is a memory but a dream?
And when is a dream but a memory?
No one understands. No one.
It's hopeless, heartless.
No one cares. No one.
If he did, he'd be here.
He wouldn't be there.
Trust me, I'm lying.
No one lies. No one.
He lied. He did.
He promised. Promised.
No one helps. No one.
Please, try and help me.
They can't. Can't. Won't?
No one will. No one.
Beg and plead all you want.
They don't care. They won't.
No one does. No one.
He doesn't do anything here, don't you know?
Watch and learn – got it memorized?
No one learns. No one.
Repeat after me: "I am Number XIII."
"I am Number XIII."
"I am ruthless."
"I am ruthless."
No one lives. No one.
You're not real, darling.
You weren't meant to exist.
Nothing you know is real. Nothing.
No one feels. No one.
But I do. I do.
I do?
No.
A/N: I don't even know where this came from. I just wrote... and got a Roxas and Sora feel off it. Originally, it was just going to be Sora with mentions and Riku and Kairi, but then I threw Roxas and Axel in there a bit, and vague mentions of the Organization.
I think it's rather angsty, though.