[I will never be a memory.. I will never be a memory … I will never… be—
The words echoed in his mind like deep tolls jouncing between his ears and dropping to the pit of his gut. Cool gusts of wind chilled between his brunette locks and sent his hair whipping as the fight ensued in a chronic cycle. Again and again the two fought and Sora felt himself sinking as he watched each session, as if he were in quicksand. It didn’t seem right, it didn’t at all seem fair. His excursion here was forgotten, perhaps even a part of himself as he fought to solidify himself rather than become completely stagnant with the background.
I’m real, I’m not a memory.. I’m real.. He encouraged himself, perhaps the other as well, with confidence enough to pick his feet up and move forward. He knew them both, but he didn’t feel as if he understood this. Whatever loop they were in. You’re not just a memory, I know you.. By now the brunette was rushing toward the towering winged man, his face contorted with his effort to fight the wind from holding him back. He pressed forward, determination settled with the clench of his teeth, his brow knits and there’s a small groan as he faces the coming blows of swords. This was the spot in the memory where Cloud’s blade spills apart into separate blades and forms a ritualistic attack. ]
Stop it! You’re here! You’re both here!
[ By the time he started shouting he was a mere feet away from the ascension, his face tilt upward and his hands balled into fists beside him. ]
Memory ;
The words echoed in his mind like deep tolls jouncing between his ears and dropping to the pit of his gut. Cool gusts of wind chilled between his brunette locks and sent his hair whipping as the fight ensued in a chronic cycle. Again and again the two fought and Sora felt himself sinking as he watched each session, as if he were in quicksand. It didn’t seem right, it didn’t at all seem fair. His excursion here was forgotten, perhaps even a part of himself as he fought to solidify himself rather than become completely stagnant with the background.
I’m real, I’m not a memory.. I’m real.. He encouraged himself, perhaps the other as well, with confidence enough to pick his feet up and move forward. He knew them both, but he didn’t feel as if he understood this. Whatever loop they were in. You’re not just a memory, I know you.. By now the brunette was rushing toward the towering winged man, his face contorted with his effort to fight the wind from holding him back. He pressed forward, determination settled with the clench of his teeth, his brow knits and there’s a small groan as he faces the coming blows of swords. This was the spot in the memory where Cloud’s blade spills apart into separate blades and forms a ritualistic attack. ]
Stop it! You’re here! You’re both here!
[ By the time he started shouting he was a mere feet away from the ascension, his face tilt upward and his hands balled into fists beside him. ]