"Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there."
-Haunted; Evanescence
Haunted
He may not be able to see, but he can still hear, each sound resonating against his eardrum, magnified a thousand times to make up for his lack of sight. And sometimes, in fact, most of the time he doesn't like what he hears.
He hears the orders of a green tinged witch, and he hates how his fingers twitch to fulfill that order. He hates to realize how much she made him feel important, though Sora was the real hero and he was just a puppet on a string.
He hears the whispers of a man painted amber but seeped in darkness and hates how difficult it is to keep on this path, the Way to Dawn, and not fall hard and fast to his old path. He hates to admit that the path of Darkness seems like an old friend, rather than a strong and formidable enemy.
He hears other things too (I hear I was Ansem), things he's sure King Mickey would tell him are the whispers of the worlds (yeah, right), that is, if he ever decided to tell the King. But he's no fool, and despite the incredible and impossible things he's seen in the past two years, he knows that hearing voices is never a good thing.
So he keeps to himself the silent whispers, gently breathing nonsensical phrases even though sometimes he starts to fulfill the witch's orders, or bend to the whispers of the amber painted man.
He sometimes answers, and he always tries to ignore them, but he can't stop the single thing gnawing at where he assumes his heart is, blackened as it's become. I hear I was Ansem.