A long time ago, you gave part of yourself to the light. In turn, you shaped the darkness that matched that light.
[It's strange, to be saying this out loud - he hasn't, since he put all the pieces together. Still, he sounds confident, and almost strangely detached from the story. Saying it out loud only makes him more certain that he's right.
The darkness stops moving around Sora. Instead it begins to grow thicker, to hold him more firmly in place.]
But what you gave to the darkness was only half finished.
[He finally stops walking, less than an arms-length away from Sora.]
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A long time ago, you gave part of yourself to the light. In turn, you shaped the darkness that matched that light.
[It's strange, to be saying this out loud - he hasn't, since he put all the pieces together. Still, he sounds confident, and almost strangely detached from the story. Saying it out loud only makes him more certain that he's right.
The darkness stops moving around Sora. Instead it begins to grow thicker, to hold him more firmly in place.]
But what you gave to the darkness was only half finished.
[He finally stops walking, less than an arms-length away from Sora.]