[He lifts his Keyblades, holding them like he might if he were ready to fight, but without the aggression. He remembers.]
I wanted answers, about who I was and why I had the Keyblade. They had them, but they were never going to tell me anything. I fought for them for a year, but I was just a tool. So after I left, I turned back to make them tell me, and undo what I built for them.
[...that had been why, right? Why does he feel like there's more?]
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[He lifts his Keyblades, holding them like he might if he were ready to fight, but without the aggression. He remembers.]
I wanted answers, about who I was and why I had the Keyblade. They had them, but they were never going to tell me anything. I fought for them for a year, but I was just a tool. So after I left, I turned back to make them tell me, and undo what I built for them.
[...that had been why, right? Why does he feel like there's more?]
It didn't work out that way, but I tried.