thus his lips fall to a small frown. lack of confidence in words is such a swift strike & sora is aware of such a lackluster tone.
❛ huh ? y’mean like things back home ? ❜
but very easily do fallen tiers lift once more at the idea of assisting his friend. very easily do the concept of childhood memories flood back into his heart, & the simplicity of his ignited spirit hopes to lend the flame to brighten the dull thought. yet in honesty, sora was rather fond of his new life & he assumed riku was, too.
to leave his sheltered prison & venture to new worlds — that was riku’s wish.
❛ i guess as soon we get rid of xehanort & the heartless, things’ll go back t’normal & we can go home for real. ❜
in the purest sense of the word, he doesn’t paritcularly feel crestfallen but neither is he overwhelmed with considerable delight with the ideal of returning to that confined ’home’. ❛ is this how a nobody feels? ❜ he’s stuck in the middle – severely conflicted with his own selfishness. he’s not exactly sure he’s ready to simply traipse onto the pale grains and conform to normality like this was all a figment of his overactive imagination. the value of that thumping viscus betwixt sturdy, broad arrangements of bones has teetered between exceptional and poor for years and though at the end of his redemption, he still ponders how he’ll face everyone on the islands again.
❝ i wonder if everything will truly be fine once we return. ❞
he tries to contain the pessimism stuck in his esophagus – to cease the transition from emitting from between creased tiers.
❝ at least i can put ’ guardian of light ’ in a job application now. ❞
