Sora was innocent, Sora was naïve, Sora was the Big Hero. He was the best friend, the caring lover, the loyal rescuer. He fought to protect, he fought to liberate, he fought because he cared.
Roxas was different. Obviously. Roxas was warped, Roxas was corrupted, Roxas was the Villain to be Defeated. He fought to hurt people, he fought to steal what he wanted back, he fought because he could.
Sora was the Original, the Best Version. Roxas was stuck as a copy, an unwanted spin-off. He was unneeded; Sora was the one everyone wanted. Except the Organization. They wanted Roxas. At least there was that. But everyone else required Sora. It was kind of frustrating that he couldn't get frustrated about it, Roxas sometimes thought.
Here he was, never having wanted to deal with a Keyblade, memories of someone he didn't know, and his whole view of the Organization's motives questioned all over again. But, he was never really given a choice about those kinds of things. That was another thing he wished he could complain to someone about.
He was just a reject. Sora with an x. Unnecessary. The anti-hero, the evil twin, an extra in the whole grand scheme of things. He wondered if the only person who really appreciated his existence was the moogle he sometimes bought potions from. Or maybe the nice woman who sold him sea-salt ice cream.
Speaking of ice cream, it was getting to be time for him to meet Axel. Oh yeah. There was him too. Him and Xion. Roxas hoped he at least mattered to them. Because he almost felt that if he did, he could stop worrying. If that were to happen, he thought, it would be nice. It would be really nice and he might just be okay.