[ No ... not now. Not at all. The realization has left her weak, and feeling very much the fool. She does not look up. ]
No ... he's always there. And I ... I am Sora. [ Doesn't make sense? And yet, she is ... in her own way. Both her hands, now, are curled over her heart. She's grappling with other realizations, other thoughts, other dark guilt ... it is now rushing over her once more how wrong it is to want things of her own. She cannot have things. She is not real.
What a joke...
She releases a breath, makes a sound -- it's sad and strangled -- and doubles over a little further. ]
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No ... he's always there. And I ... I am Sora. [ Doesn't make sense? And yet, she is ... in her own way. Both her hands, now, are curled over her heart. She's grappling with other realizations, other thoughts, other dark guilt ... it is now rushing over her once more how wrong it is to want things of her own. She cannot have things. She is not real.
What a joke...
She releases a breath, makes a sound -- it's sad and strangled -- and doubles over a little further. ]