Disclaimer: I Own Nothing
Sora wonders what it would be like to travel. Actually travel, not hop from one world to the next fighting some great war. He doesn't have time to enjoy what all the different worlds have to offer. Heartless and Nobodies, searching tirelessly for Riku, searching for Organization Thirteen's stronghold. Those are the things he has time for. He doesn't have time to enjoy the waters of Atlantica. Doesn't have time to enjoy the tranquil serenity of Twilight Town. Doesn't have time to fully appreciate the creepy in Halloween Town. Doesn't have time to just sit and talk and just be friends with Leon and the others - but then again they don't have time for that either. He doesn't have time for anything but world jumping and fighting creatures from the darkness. He's just a ghost, passing through and leaving an impression. But that's all, it's just an impression and one he can't back up. Would anyone he's met remember him twenty years from now? They've all forgotten him once before. After all he's just a ghost, an interloper, does he actually give them anything worth remembering?
Sora Angst...because it doesn't happen to often.
