Yeah. I still want to know a lot of things. But now... after a lot happened, I don't think I want to know that other "me."
[it's something he's struggled with for a while—wanting to know more about sora, wanting to know why he was burdened with the keyblade, wanting to know how and why he has to exist.
but in cerealia, things are a bit different. he has friends that have nothing to do with the organization, the heartless, or that past self. he has a job he has fun with, he has things to look forward to and be excited about, and he has things to fight for that are his own.
the more time he spends away from that life, the more he realizes he doesn't need it. his own best friends had betrayed him or left him; he had nothing to go back to and with all the lies that had been told, would he even want to? he can go to any world he can learn how to get to on his own anyway—so with friends like mary and hiro, he'd much rather press forward and fight for that cause. for his own life, for his own memories... for being himself.]
What I found out, though...
It's true, that Nobodies are born without hearts. We had a reason to fight for them... so we could really exist and have a place to belong. [he sucks in a breath, and then more quietly adds:]
He told me that the body tries to replace a heart is lost, though. That... even though I didn't have one before... Now, I do. Even though my boss and all the other Nobodies said we still didn't. All of us...
[which, for all intents and purposes is a good thing, but it's also a really heavy topic and one he still hasn't totally come to terms with. it's kind of a big deal to learn that everything you've ever known isn't quite true, and something you'd been trained from your earliest memory to attain has been there in a place you couldn't see right inside of you.]
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[it's something he's struggled with for a while—wanting to know more about sora, wanting to know why he was burdened with the keyblade, wanting to know how and why he has to exist.
but in cerealia, things are a bit different. he has friends that have nothing to do with the organization, the heartless, or that past self. he has a job he has fun with, he has things to look forward to and be excited about, and he has things to fight for that are his own.
the more time he spends away from that life, the more he realizes he doesn't need it. his own best friends had betrayed him or left him; he had nothing to go back to and with all the lies that had been told, would he even want to? he can go to any world he can learn how to get to on his own anyway—so with friends like mary and hiro, he'd much rather press forward and fight for that cause. for his own life, for his own memories... for being himself.]
What I found out, though...
It's true, that Nobodies are born without hearts. We had a reason to fight for them... so we could really exist and have a place to belong. [he sucks in a breath, and then more quietly adds:]
He told me that the body tries to replace a heart is lost, though. That... even though I didn't have one before... Now, I do. Even though my boss and all the other Nobodies said we still didn't. All of us...
[which, for all intents and purposes is a good thing, but it's also a really heavy topic and one he still hasn't totally come to terms with. it's kind of a big deal to learn that everything you've ever known isn't quite true, and something you'd been trained from your earliest memory to attain has been there in a place you couldn't see right inside of you.]