::.whatever's left of you, I won't cry.::
Sora's skin is tingling, wet. His heart is crying as he dances through the Heartless's path, feeling the slide of shadow and the slick of blade. He looks to the sky, watching the sky weep with him, like a deep bottomless pit in his soul crying for remembrance, for forgotten memories, for love.
He continues
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