If Darkness was a lake, she would be drowning in it.
Again.
This time, no convenient portal to another world opened. No magical Traverse Town awaited—she was already there. Where else could she be sent? Another world whose heart would be devoured by the greedy darkness, followed by those of its people.
She knew what lay in store beyond the darkness. She had seen the Heartless through the blinds of her new home, prowling the darkened streets in search of hearts to feed upon. Was that what she would become? A ravenous shadow who preyed on hearts?
It really was like drowning—her feet trapped in thick mud, the water rising all around. But the water was black, the mud was black, everything was black with yellow eyespots. She couldn't breathe. She clutched protectively at her chest, although she knew it would do no good. Nothing could stop the Heartless. It was impossible to fight them, not when they were so hungry, eager to feed.
She wondered, briefly, whether anyone would notice if she were gone. She doubted it. A castaway from one of the many worlds swallowed by the darkness? No one would miss her. No one even knew she existed. She was nobody.
She had fought as well as she could, but now the tide of darkness had her. The irony would have made her smile in another situation—she didn't know how to swim.
2. Larxene/Drowning