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I remember a familiar nothingness.
I was born from it.
So were the rest of my kin. Aside from one.
I was told he was truly the first to be born from ultimate nothingness.
A true blank slate, like we were meant to be.
I hoped they would not mind if I named this new being... Roxas.
I had believed Roxas would stay a blank slate, with how proud our creators were.
So I had used him like a tool, as I was ordered to.
Even if I had not been, there was no reason not to.
But soon, days after his creation. His caretaker, another one of my kin, would soon influence Roxas beyond what any of us would have imagined.
When I was soon told to get rid of him silently, I agreed without hesitation.
Then, he proved himself to be past the need of destruction.
Even I could see that.
I wonder if I really agreed without hesitation, or just agreed to appease my creators.
Roxas truly was a gift to us all.
We missed him, but there was nothing real to our feelings.
After all, we are nothing but empty bodies.