[He can't breathe. He can't move, arms wrapped around his stomach, hand clutching at where his heart should be, head bowed. Around them, everything simply stops, and falls away.]
[They're surrounded by white. Soft, endless white flickering with portraits of Sora's life, and he's...he's back here, he's back here again. In a small, white room, curled up on the floor with a shredded, black book at his side, surrounded by Sora and absolutely nothing of himself. Even Axel doesn't exist anymore, slumped across the floor next to him as he is.]
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[They're surrounded by white. Soft, endless white flickering with portraits of Sora's life, and he's...he's back here, he's back here again. In a small, white room, curled up on the floor with a shredded, black book at his side, surrounded by Sora and absolutely nothing of himself. Even Axel doesn't exist anymore, slumped across the floor next to him as he is.]