Here's Saix's. Next is Luxord.
Oh the irony. I put
everything into controlling the moon's power only to be betrayed and
killed. The moon didn't lend me its strength when I needed it
most and now here I am, lying on the ground and glaring at the
luminous heart balefully, as if my hate will change what will
inevitably happen to me in only a few more moments.
I'll fade and die, just like the rest of the pitiful organization.
Except for Xemnas of course. He is above the rest of us.
He is quite literally the ultimate, to me. To think he
considered me better than the others makes me feel a little better in
my death. I survived longer than most of them anyways. I
am better than them, all of them, bested only by my Superior.
I am beginning to see that what I feel is not just an echo of some
emotion. It has to be real. Or perhaps I am only telling
myself this to comfort myself in death. Either way, I believe
it now. We don't need hearts to feel. I can feel just
fine without it. I can feel the pain and hatred, I can feel the
love for my Superior, I can feel the fear as death steals closer and
closer. If I can feel it, it must be real. So I'll
content myself with that final thought. And just let it all go.