[ Nothing really happens when the kick comes, nor does he do anything but wince at the hair grabbing. Sora's face is a happy expression despite the tears.
Another laugh. ]
Just... hearing you say that. I may have doubted who I was, if I was really Sora with all that I've been through. Through the years that's what I told everyone else when they found out they were copies of the original. What I thought you would say. Sora was who I choose to be. You... you are Sora.
[ A hand motions to Sky's direction. ]
To hear you say it, it means that through all your darkness the light still hasn't gone out of you completely. Because that is such a Sora thing to say to anyone...
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Another laugh. ]
Just... hearing you say that. I may have doubted who I was, if I was really Sora with all that I've been through. Through the years that's what I told everyone else when they found out they were copies of the original. What I thought you would say. Sora was who I choose to be. You... you are Sora.
[ A hand motions to Sky's direction. ]
To hear you say it, it means that through all your darkness the light still hasn't gone out of you completely. Because that is such a Sora thing to say to anyone...
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And then he scoffs, looking away.]
... of course it hasn't, idiot. We wouldn't be talking right now if I was...
[He's... extremely tense, brow drawn together.]
There's been a battle inside me for a long time. You saw what happened to the girl...
[There's a bit of a shudder through his body.]
And as for the rest of them, well... I guess they see me for what I really am, right?
[A half-hearted smirk.]
A monster.
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Without flinching, animosity or blame. So different from the first time. ]
I know us. I know what it takes to drag us into the darkness this far. I'm sorry.
[ For all the people Sky has lost, the ones he couldn't save, the ones he failed. ]
You aren't a monster. We all do things we're forced to. Terrible things.
[ He laughs bitterly. ]
You and I - we aren't much different at this point.
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No... you're wrong.
[He clutches at his chest. Suddenly, he grips the fabric hard, jawline tightening.]
... it doesn't matter.
[He's walking away now.]
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Just quietly: ]
It does matter.