[that's not the way the memory ended. Sora had never looked back or called out to him like that. he would know -- he thought about that memory so much, had gone over it a million times to see if he could have done anything to save his best friend, that every look and inflection was seared into his mind.]
Sora??
[he sounds almost frantic, opening the door again. but the scene is in suspended animation, with Sora having his back turned to his friends.
not there.
Sora calling his name again, and something in his chest warms immediately. he knows that's Sora. he knows that's the real Sora. it's undeniable. he would never forget how the proximity to him felt like due north.]
Sora?!
[he turns finally to face him, and sees the boy for just a minute.
Sora.
his brain fries. after a year of not seeing his best friend, of waiting, hoping -- he found him on the first try. it feels like it might be too good to be true, and he doesn't get out of the way of his incoming friend as he makes his way to him.
so. yanno. he's gotta seem at least a little cocky here.]
C'mon, can't you tell it's me? If you can't, we're really in trouble.
[because he can tell that that's Sora.
but we're not going to talk about the fact that his voice cracks a little as he speaks that last sentence, or the fact that his wooden eyes are burning.]
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Sora??
[he sounds almost frantic, opening the door again. but the scene is in suspended animation, with Sora having his back turned to his friends.
not there.
Sora calling his name again, and something in his chest warms immediately. he knows that's Sora. he knows that's the real Sora. it's undeniable. he would never forget how the proximity to him felt like due north.]
Sora?!
[he turns finally to face him, and sees the boy for just a minute.
Sora.
his brain fries. after a year of not seeing his best friend, of waiting, hoping -- he found him on the first try. it feels like it might be too good to be true, and he doesn't get out of the way of his incoming friend as he makes his way to him.
so. yanno. he's gotta seem at least a little cocky here.]
C'mon, can't you tell it's me? If you can't, we're really in trouble.
[because he can tell that that's Sora.
but we're not going to talk about the fact that his voice cracks a little as he speaks that last sentence, or the fact that his wooden eyes are burning.]