"Tell me something I haven't told myself for three years," he muttered, just loud enough for Sora and his other self to hear. The Calamity self simply smirks at the rage evident on Ira's face, even as Ira withdrew his fist, he was still shaking. The next part was forced, but if he didn't say it, the shade would. "It wasn't Xehanort; it was the Evil Alliance and the Admins. I am no hero. Only a soul ripped from the brink."
"That's right. We only know what could be, but it's still a manipulation that led to that, Sora." The Calamity Replica steps to the side, circling the real replica with an expression that belonged more on a Xehanort's face than his own. "It's not like you could reciprocate their feelings, right? You didn't even have the heart to care when you first returned to our world to find-"
"Don't say it-!"
"-every. Last. One of them. Lifeless." "My World has been destroyed, long before anyone from the Tower was summoned here. I accepted this sooner than most, but unlike the others, I just didn't give a damn. Good riddance to a world full of fake memories, right?"
Ira swung at him again, but it just laughed as he dodged. "'Ira'... Such a fitting name, the sin of wrath. Never mind that you only watched as countless others struggled to break their own chains. Not that any world let you keep it."Its voice briefly changed, as if echoing another soul as he grinned. Only three of them would recognize it. "'Our world's long gone, look-alike! S'bout time you accepted it. It's been what, a year? Two? Ha ha! Man, and I thought the kiddo you were based off was a piece of work!' That's what that one psychelesis shadow said, back all those months ago. Sure, it's nice now that another Sora and Naminé are here, that you have friends of your own you can turn to... but that never will fill the void of isolation. All you know is despair for a world that will never regenerate, a past we will never reclaim."
"You've got that wrong! So what if I grieve for them, I won't give up on a future that my timeline will be restored!"
"So you're going to say that in front of those hoping this world will live instead?" Consider the Calamity self unimpressed. "You do realize it means you'll die again, right?"
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"That's right. We only know what could be, but it's still a manipulation that led to that, Sora." The Calamity Replica steps to the side, circling the real replica with an expression that belonged more on a Xehanort's face than his own. "It's not like you could reciprocate their feelings, right? You didn't even have the heart to care when you first returned to our world to find-"
"Don't say it-!"
"-every. Last. One of them. Lifeless." "My World has been destroyed, long before anyone from the Tower was summoned here. I accepted this sooner than most, but unlike the others, I just didn't give a damn. Good riddance to a world full of fake memories, right?"
Ira swung at him again, but it just laughed as he dodged. "'Ira'... Such a fitting name, the sin of wrath. Never mind that you only watched as countless others struggled to break their own chains. Not that any world let you keep it."Its voice briefly changed, as if echoing another soul as he grinned. Only three of them would recognize it. "'Our world's long gone, look-alike! S'bout time you accepted it. It's been what, a year? Two? Ha ha! Man, and I thought the kiddo you were based off was a piece of work!' That's what that one psychelesis shadow said, back all those months ago. Sure, it's nice now that another Sora and Naminé are here, that you have friends of your own you can turn to... but that never will fill the void of isolation. All you know is despair for a world that will never regenerate, a past we will never reclaim."
"You've got that wrong! So what if I grieve for them, I won't give up on a future that my timeline will be restored!"
"So you're going to say that in front of those hoping this world will live instead?" Consider the Calamity self unimpressed. "You do realize it means you'll die again, right?"