Simple little introspective Sora piece. Was in a philosophical mood. ) If this makes you think at all leave a me a review.

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Donald and Goofy are pacing around in front of me, always in a hurry to go forward, to save the universe. I’m leaning against a building in the Organization’s stronghold, resting. I want to go forward, fight Xemnas, but I can’t right now. I need to think to get it straightened out.

Heroes have to think in black and white morals. No grey involved. That’s what people think about me, I’m sure. The Keyblade Master, running into his destiny, ready to eliminate all evil. People go crazy if they think in grey morals.

Except… always except.

They don’t realize all I see is grey, no black, no white. Nothing is completely dark, and nothing is completely pure. Donald and Goofy see black and white, I know, because they follow along with whatever I decide.

So I bear the burden alone. I know that I’m killing people whenever I defeat someone from the organization. Incomplete people, but still people. I know that. I felt Roxas’ fear and sadness at leaving his friends, it affected me physically. I cried, but it was his tears that coursed down my cheeks. His tears that I wiped away. He could cry, so he wasn’t evil, he felt, which ultimately means that things mattered, that he cared, and caring in itself is a symptom of wholeness.

Roxas. Axel. All the others, the ones I don’t remember. All they wanted was to be whole, who can blame them? They may have gone about it the wrong way… but still, their intentions were good. Does anybody really set out to do bad things for the sake of being bad? Even Xehanort’s heartless. He truly believed that he was in the right in trying to restore darkness to power.

But I believe I’m right in restoring it to light. And since I have more power, I write history. Even if, somewhere, the darkness isn’t evil, and the light isn’t good, it’s the path I’ve chosen, no matter the consequences.

I’m just a glorified pawn of the light, as the first Ansem and ultimately Riku were pawns of the darkness.

So, even though I know I’m killing people, even though people think that I don’t realize the gravity of my situation, I fight on. It’s what I have to do. Because if I don’t, no one can. Because the ones I love can’t exist in the darkness.

I can be the darkness of their hearts and give them the light they long for. And so I will be the victor in this fight.

The victor decides what is right and what is wrong.