AN: I reread this and wince at the painful abrubtness

Disclaimer: If I owned them I would only butcher them more, so its a good thing I don't.

Let me count the words


Sora sat at his desk, his hands ink stained and shaking. He couldn't think. He would try to focus, and just end up mumbling to himself. "Does this mean its over? Is it all over?"

"Yea, its over." Warm arms wrapped around him.

"I-Over? Is it? Is it all…is it…all…Dead? Is anything…" Tears slid down his cheeks, "is anything left?"

He was turned around, and pulled close. "Everything is fine, just fine. Its over."

Sora tried to stand up. "I have to write letters. There are-There are families…"

"Don't worry, that's what Kairi's for. She'll handle it."

The king pressed his face against the cold plates of Riku's armor and cried.

"I suppose, all in all, this is the best time for your break down."