[He frowns. Much as he doesn't want to deal with Sora, he does want to know... so he thinks back over all his memories, trying to remember if anything in them had to do with a door.
"You and I have seen it. The far welcoming light inside the door to darkness..."
The her is obvious. The red-haired girl from his memories. Hadn't he been accusing him of not caring enough about her? He remembers the feelings, the anger that had flared up in him, the fierce sort of protectiveness he'd had how much he'd hated the boy in his memories at that moment, how resentful he'd felt.
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[He frowns. Much as he doesn't want to deal with Sora, he does want to know... so he thinks back over all his memories, trying to remember if anything in them had to do with a door.
"You and I have seen it. The far welcoming light inside the door to darkness..."
The her is obvious. The red-haired girl from his memories. Hadn't he been accusing him of not caring enough about her? He remembers the feelings, the anger that had flared up in him, the fierce sort of protectiveness he'd had how much he'd hated the boy in his memories at that moment, how resentful he'd felt.
Old friends, huh...]
i don't remember any of that
you've got the wrong guy