the squirrel makes its decision, and sora feels a little sense of relief and maybe some pride that they were able to choose. of course, that doesn't last for long before the horde starts to close in and overwhelm them with anger and despair.
it hits him quite suddenly. the hopelessness as he was sent away from his island and his world was destroyed, friends scattered across the worlds. the emptiness as donald and goofy left him behind and riku told him he was just the delivery boy, unworthy of the keyblade. the rage he felt at having his fate meddled with. the anger every time he clashed against ansem. then xemnas. then xehanort, repeatedly, over and over again. the despair of losing those closest to him over and over again. the way riku tried to tell him he wasn't worthless, the way he tried to protect both of them and they were still swallowed by darkness. the way xehanort took kairi and destroyed her before his eyes, split her heart into several pieces just to get a rise out of him.
all of them all at once is so much...but still. even so. there's the light that never goes out. there's always that small bit of hope, and it's when he hears the squirrel that he a.) grabs onto naib to make sure they don't get separated in case the horde attacks and b.) cups his other hand around the squirrel to shield it as best as he can.]
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the squirrel makes its decision, and sora feels a little sense of relief and maybe some pride that they were able to choose. of course, that doesn't last for long before the horde starts to close in and overwhelm them with anger and despair.
it hits him quite suddenly. the hopelessness as he was sent away from his island and his world was destroyed, friends scattered across the worlds. the emptiness as donald and goofy left him behind and riku told him he was just the delivery boy, unworthy of the keyblade. the rage he felt at having his fate meddled with. the anger every time he clashed against ansem. then xemnas. then xehanort, repeatedly, over and over again. the despair of losing those closest to him over and over again. the way riku tried to tell him he wasn't worthless, the way he tried to protect both of them and they were still swallowed by darkness. the way xehanort took kairi and destroyed her before his eyes, split her heart into several pieces just to get a rise out of him.
all of them all at once is so much...but still. even so. there's the light that never goes out. there's always that small bit of hope, and it's when he hears the squirrel that he a.) grabs onto naib to make sure they don't get separated in case the horde attacks and b.) cups his other hand around the squirrel to shield it as best as he can.]
Enough already! [leave! their squirrel! alone!]