She says it without thinking, and instantly regrets the vaguely sympathetic tone. As if she somehow knows more than he does! What a joke. As if she has any right at all to feel bad for the real thing standing before her... the boy who will save everyone, if Riku is to be believed. She is so much nothing compared to him. A glitch in an otherwise well-oiled machine, a patch of murk clouding a bright horizon. All she does is detract; all she does is make less. Never in her life will she have the right to feel bad for him. Such a feeling belongs to those who are real.
And she never, ever will be.
"... I don't know."
With that unsatisfying answer, she turns her back on him completely, opening a dark corridor and trotting into it. But before it envelops her completely, she spares him one last, sad look over her shoulder.
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She says it without thinking, and instantly regrets the vaguely sympathetic tone. As if she somehow knows more than he does! What a joke. As if she has any right at all to feel bad for the real thing standing before her... the boy who will save everyone, if Riku is to be believed. She is so much nothing compared to him. A glitch in an otherwise well-oiled machine, a patch of murk clouding a bright horizon. All she does is detract; all she does is make less. Never in her life will she have the right to feel bad for him. Such a feeling belongs to those who are real.
And she never, ever will be.
"... I don't know."
With that unsatisfying answer, she turns her back on him completely, opening a dark corridor and trotting into it. But before it envelops her completely, she spares him one last, sad look over her shoulder.
God, but she looks so much like Kairi.
And then she disappears.