[ He feels like he needs to sit, but instead stays standing so that maybe he'll be able to keep his story shorter. And so he begins. ]
This has happened to Sora two other times. His darkness became too much for him to control and someone had to be there to pull him back from the brink. There was one time where I was able to help calm him just by staying near him and using my own control of darkness on his heart. The second time, I had to fight him - we call it Anti-Form. After wearing him down, I was able to talk to him in a way that... woke him up basically.
So this time, I thought I could do the same thing. It didn't work. I became desperate. The same powers of illusion you saw me trapped in before... I used those again. I made myself look like one of his dearest, oldest friends named Kairi. She was here briefly, but she's gone now. Even while stuck in Anti-Form, consumed by his darkness, Sora reacted...
[ Here he lists a little, starting to tear up again. ]
With longing. It hurt. It hurt because it worked to bring Anti-Form to a halt, when nothing else I'd done had. [ He pulls a hand to his chest on that word. ] And it reminded me...
[ He doesn't think he'd told his sensei this part. ]
Of the times when I had wanted him to look at me like that. Not as Kairi, but as myself. But he told me we couldn't be together. This was after you were gone, sensei, and I spent so many days seeking peace after that. It brought all of those memories back, of how I'd hurt a friend who wanted something different than I did. He was as kind as he could be in telling me we couldn't be together, but I threw it back in his face. And as I was thinking about all of those memories...
[ He balls a fist. ]
I couldn't focus enough to keep the illusion going. As far as Anti-Form could see, Kairi disappeared before its eyes, replaced with me. Anti-Form flew into a rage... and ruined my keyblade as well as destroying my amulet. Without my amulet, my feelings consumed me...
[ He gestures to his sword hand's wrist with his left hand, then to his left shoulder with the opposite hand. ]
Spears of ice went through me. It was my own dunamis, not Anti-Form's doing. He fled after that. The person I look like - Riku - he found me after that... he's the only reason I survived.
[ And there, he exhales, considering the bulk of the important moments told. ]
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This has happened to Sora two other times. His darkness became too much for him to control and someone had to be there to pull him back from the brink. There was one time where I was able to help calm him just by staying near him and using my own control of darkness on his heart. The second time, I had to fight him - we call it Anti-Form. After wearing him down, I was able to talk to him in a way that... woke him up basically.
So this time, I thought I could do the same thing. It didn't work. I became desperate. The same powers of illusion you saw me trapped in before... I used those again. I made myself look like one of his dearest, oldest friends named Kairi. She was here briefly, but she's gone now. Even while stuck in Anti-Form, consumed by his darkness, Sora reacted...
[ Here he lists a little, starting to tear up again. ]
With longing. It hurt. It hurt because it worked to bring Anti-Form to a halt, when nothing else I'd done had. [ He pulls a hand to his chest on that word. ] And it reminded me...
[ He doesn't think he'd told his sensei this part. ]
Of the times when I had wanted him to look at me like that. Not as Kairi, but as myself. But he told me we couldn't be together. This was after you were gone, sensei, and I spent so many days seeking peace after that. It brought all of those memories back, of how I'd hurt a friend who wanted something different than I did. He was as kind as he could be in telling me we couldn't be together, but I threw it back in his face. And as I was thinking about all of those memories...
[ He balls a fist. ]
I couldn't focus enough to keep the illusion going. As far as Anti-Form could see, Kairi disappeared before its eyes, replaced with me. Anti-Form flew into a rage... and ruined my keyblade as well as destroying my amulet. Without my amulet, my feelings consumed me...
[ He gestures to his sword hand's wrist with his left hand, then to his left shoulder with the opposite hand. ]
Spears of ice went through me. It was my own dunamis, not Anti-Form's doing. He fled after that. The person I look like - Riku - he found me after that... he's the only reason I survived.
[ And there, he exhales, considering the bulk of the important moments told. ]