Date: 2009-12-29 01:17 am (UTC)
Sora was quiet for a very long time after listening to Roxas, hands still folded behind his head.

Finally, he asked, "It's about the game, isn't it?" Before Roxas could reply, Sora smiled just a little bit and continued. "It's weird, isn't it, how much of our lives are in those games? And it's like they almost were following us around for the entire time that it happened. A lot of stuff was just so close, right?"

Close, but not right on. Because everything that had happened, especially in those last few weeks leading up to the last fight against Xemnas, nothing turned out the way it was supposed to. And he firmly believed that was a good thing. For the Organization. For the Refugees. For them.

"It may be kinda strange to think our lives are already decided by us," Sora mused, his normal cheerful grin reappearing, despite being invisible underneath his scarves. "But the fact that you're here now doesn't mean they're always right. You just have to believe that your life will always be your life, and no one else's."
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