I.

Sora.

I am always reaching toward the darkness.

I take great lengths to reach toward it. In some ways it feels as though I am being held back from it against my will. As though the light wants me here instead when it knows, when I know, where I should be.

I was the heart destined for the dark.

Do those who step in front of me, who bar my path to the darkness every time I try to cross it, know what they are preventing? Perhaps they do. Perhaps they know exactly why I am Xehanort's equal.