Utter silence.
I can't hear them anymore. Their voices are nonexistent in my memory. I know what they say, but I can't hear them say it. I can't hear Sora say that his friends are his power, I can't hear Kairi ask me what I would do if I did get to another world. I can't hear any of it.
The eyes will close.
Why keep them open? I can't see their faces; they are fading from my memory.
A fragmented tale.
No-one knows my story. No-one knows what I've gone through, to escape the darkness. I want nothing more than to be like Sora and Kairi, not knowing the full story, not knowing everything that happened. I no longer remember why I chose to keep my memories; I only know that my best friend's memories are more important. His memories are his driving force, mine are a setback.
A world without you.
It must be peaceful, and full of light. It must have people who don't try to kill their friends because they were told that they had been replaced. It must have a smiling Kairi and a conscious Sora. They don't understand just how wonderful their lives would be without me. It's a troubling thought, but it is the truth. I've had enough lies to last a lifetime, and it's time I face the truth.
Behind the darkness ≠ Door to the light.
Is there anything behind the darkness? Is there anything behind the light? My world is twisted beyond recognition. The further I look into it, the more lost and confused I become. So I stopped looking. I kept everyone else from looking too, with this blindfold.
His voice… it's left me.
A world between ≠ A forgotten world
My world is forgotten, and I will be too. Sora doesn't need me, neither does Kairi. My friends are better off without me, plaguing their lives with darkness and regret. I saw myself in Xion, and I'm glad that she made the right choice, unlike me. I remember the first few days after I met Sora—that is apart of my twisted world. I was silent, much like I am now. Sora did most of the talking, and I did most of the listening. Like I am now. I hear Roxas fight the Heartless, with the same driving force as Sora. He's running up the side of the tower, and I hear the static as his memories are displayed on the flat screen attached to the building.
The third enemy ≠ Nobody
Nobodies. They make my memory more painful—Zexion torturing me with an illusion of Sora. Roxas keeping Sora from ever waking up. Axel keeping Roxas from finding Sora. The torture isn't going to stop, so long as I have my memories and Nobodies don't exist.
You are the source of all Heartless.
No… no… it's not true.
The Thirteenth Order
The memories… it's their fault, all theirs—no it's mine. I jump, and catch Oblivion. I see memories of Xion, but I don't want to. Roxas is watching me, I can feel his eyes as I fall.
Change.
The third key.
End of the world.
I hate my memories.
Paradise.
Is where Sora belongs. That's why I'm fighting Roxas, to wake my best friend up and make sure he goes home. With or without me, it doesn't matter, it only matters if he's happy. For once, I'm defeated. I don't know why Roxas has the Keyblade, let alone two of them. He's telling me to shut up, and swings one of the Keyblades at me. I quickly get up and knock him back with the other Keyblade. I didn't think I'd still be able to wield one.