KH/2, hero
Growing up, Sora had wanted to be a hero.
During the year or so, he had become that, but interspaced with the glory and exhilaration and the sure knowledge that he was, it had made him weary, and exhausted, and afraid.
Because growing up, he’d never realized that being a hero of the kind he’d dreamt about entailed that there were people, worlds that needed saving.
And things that they needed to be saved from.
And things he needed to do.
Sora had encountered these, again and again, and he’d seen despair, and the type of kindlingly pathethic hope that kept people alive and sane, and worlds destroyed. He’d killed, he’d struck with the intent to kill.
But he was a hero, and this was what heroes did, had to face. That thought kept him sane, kept him hopelessly smiling as he continued forward, doing these things over and over.
plotbunnies/quotes/etc | Jac the Tripper | 09 January 2008 |
