You felt more isolated than ever before.
Aqua's words, stale emotions, Xehanort's disappointed face; all of it resounded inside your head and lead to the image of one stupid blonde boy.
You wanted to hate him, to curse his name, but the fire wasn't there.
Instead, you felt strangely hollow.
It seemed that no matter where you were, you didn't fit.
Was everyone else at fault, or was the fault your own?
One glance at Aqua made your decision clear.
You didn't want to live in anger anymore.
You didn't want to be alone.
