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so um
minako said i should tell you
that i saw you in my hallucination memories or whatever they are

i think you saw me too and thats why you look at me weird

sorry

[This text wasn't awkward or anything at all.]

[And here they go...]

well if you're seeing me in your memories, then why don't you tell me what you've seen

because if you've seen the same stuff i've seen you'd KNOW why i don't want to remember any more of it

i havent seen much yet
but ive seen you twice

the first time was after the forest and you said 'dont chase the dreams'

and the second time was like
there was a big door???
and you were behind the door???
and you said 'take care of her'
but i dont know who her is

a big door...?

[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

[It's true, Sora doesn't know Dante very well. They've met in real life like three times, and talked via text the same amount. But Sora feels like he has enough of a grip on Dante's character to know when he's lying to his face. Or rather, to his screen.

He's seen the way Dante looks at him, like he's seen him before. Like he can't decide if he wants to talk to Sora or if he hates his guts. He wonders what happened in the memories that makes him act like that.]

no it was definitely you
you were younger though
but your voice was the same

maybe you just havent got to that part yet???

maybe i haven't gotten to that part yet? don't act like this is all some sort of movie you can watch once and forget about

[Because yes, he remembers that door, and yes, he remembers it closing, and Dante has to squeeze his eyes closed as his heart squeezes in tandem with the wave of regret that floods him, the resignation and the acceptance and knowing somehow, knowing that he's making some sort of choice with finality, a choice he won't be able to undo.

"Take care of her." It's more than a request, it's a plea--for him to be there for her since he can't, an open-ended plea with his final words to the other boy. He doesn't know how it lines up with all the other pieces; in one of his other memories the other Sora had been visibly older, the red-haired girl there and present and safe as well. Had he been older too? Had he really been there alongside them?

He doesn't know--he can't know. This all feels too much like an ending, like the closing of a book. The other him... what kind of life had he led? Dante wonders again. It feels already too much for one lifetime, and yet he knows he's only seen the tip of the iceberg.]

but hey if you're so eager to see more of me in your memories then here, try this on for size:

"i've picked up a few other tricks as well

like this for instance"

[Reading Dante's text is like flipping a switch in Sora's head. It's impossible to describe the feeling one gets when seeing one of these memories, but it's like being in two places at once. On the one hand, Sora is aware that, physically, he's in his room, sitting on his bed, staring at his phone. On the other, it's like the memory is playing in front of his eyes like a movie, reliving the experience for half a moment.

Sora sees Dante again, but this time they're on what seems to be the deck of a ship, but this time the other boy is watching him with the utmost contempt. He nearly jumps out of his skin when a creepy, shadowy version of himself pops up, and it startles him out of the vision when he almost falls off the bed.

It's the most intense memory he's had yet, and he doesn't even know what to make of it. Not for the first time, he wonders what he did to Dante in that past life to make him hate him. It's almost frightening to think about. It takes him a long several minutes before he can pick out any part of that to respond to.]

whats a heartless

they're monsters

[Why is Sora still talking to him? Dante's a little bit surprised (he'd thought that memory would have been enough to send him packing), but by this point he doesn't care, either.]

born of the darkness in people's hearts

looks to me like you must've had a lot of darkness, huh?

[He has no idea if that part's true or not--after all, he'd summoned that darkness up, he'd shaped it into Sora's form... hadn't he? But he knows it will cut at Sora again, and that's all that's important in this moment.]

[Again, Sora is unsure of how to respond to this. Is it true, that that Heartless from the memory was his darkness? Or is Dante just trying to hurt him? His brain feels like a jumbled mess, and suddenly he feels like he doesn't know anything at all.

His head hurts.

He wants to defend himself, but the icy feeling that's been sitting in the pit of his stomach since his most recent flashback is heavy and cold, and it's hard to think of a response when all you have is text. On the other hand, he probably wouldn't be able to say anything in person, either.]

i dont know

[That's a terrible response. Why did he even respond to begin with if he didn't have anything to say?]

you don't know

[Of course Dante's going to latch on to that. Why wouldn't he?]

well maybe you should figure THAT out first before getting bent out of shape that i'm telling you to leave me alone

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