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"But that's impossible...!"
Sora will never forget the feeling of the keyblade fading from his hands and reappearing in his.
"I'M the one who fought my way here with the Keyblade!"
I never stopped believing in you... so why...?
"You were just the delivery boy."
...what?
He felt like his heart was about to break into millions of microscopic fragments.
But we're...
I thought...
Just... why...
He couldn't stand to think about it, much less hear anymore of it. He knew that Riku and him weren't on the best terms as of late but this?
But... they're best friends! He couldn't do this, he wouldn't do this!
His ears fell deaf to the sounds around him and his knees buckled, his body going limp and dropping to the floor. His wooden play sword was carelessly tossed at his feet, the happy memories of them playfully sparring on the island a stark contrast to the heartbreaking scene currently unfolding. He tried to tilt his head up to face Riku and do something, maybe just move a little at the very least to stop looking so pitiful.
Something, something- anything besides kneeling there with his head hung low like the pathetic excuse for a hero he knew he was, the pathetic hero that Riku knew he was.
What did he do... what could he have done to him to make Riku's words so agonizing, so hurtful, that it would cause him to strip his best friend of his power and bring him dropping to his knees, all on purpose-
No no! He must not be in his right mind! I mean, he's my best friend! Even if we fight and compete with each other, it's all just teasing and poking fun, right? He must be controlled by the darkness, surely he'd never willingly act like that towards me, right? Right?
A raspy, scratchy squack cut through the silence that had deafened his ears.
That's right, of course! Donald and Goofy are here! Surely they have some sort of a plan, and we'll be able to get the keyblade back-
"Goofy, let's go. We have to remember our mission."
...!
Sora's breath hitched in his throat, his head still hung low. The silence once again flooded his ears, drowning him in its nothingness and filling his heart with despair.
Salty, fat tears began to fill his eyes, blurring his vision.
The last words he managed to catch through that awful, deafening silence was a quick apology from the duck as the two walked off.
What?
They're just... leaving?
Even after... everything?
Bu-but I... I have nothing left...
Without them I...
I'm worthless.