Not much to say. I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Also, "he" is the Lingering Will. He's not exactly Terra, so using "he" is kind of symbolic as he is not Terra.
Scars
From his earthen pedestal, he looked down on the crossroads of keyblades. All shapes and sizes, rusted and eroded from the harsh weather. A figurative tomb for the masters who had once fought on that very soil. From high up, he could see the many scars of war. What might've been an explosion of some kind had blasted through a mountain and crashed into the ground, creating an immense valley.
Overtime, he had started to notice even his own armor had begun to erode. The layers of dirt and grime darkened his armor. The keychain of Ends of The Earth had been broken off and destroyed. There were chips and cracks here and there, dirt smudges and rust stains. When he laughed, a metallic wind came out instead. His shell allowed him to live almost immortal, yet he had become this vast graveyard. Decayed and ruined, scarred by the mistakes of war and vengeance. His scars, the reminder of his failures.
His scars, the reminder of his friends.