When Sora looks at the sea, his breath catches and his chest tightens, because it feels like that is where everything began.
He remembers doors and keyholes that were never meant to be unlocked.
He remembers people who have done so much and tried so hard to help him win. People who have done so much and tried so hard to make him fail.
He remembers dark places and bright places and places with gray borders.
He remembers things about a key and a sword and the darkness that has tainted it.
He remembers being swallowed by the shadows and never coming back.
Then he looks awayand tries to learn to breathe again.
