[Roxas sees Sora recoil and it makes him feel worse, even if he can't regret his words. Not even a little. They'd come instinctively—from the heart, if he'd had one.

Sora hadn't been a real person to him before. Roxas had never had the opportunity to consider what kind of person he is, what he'd do and say if they had the opportunity to meet as people instead of two existences that were mutually exclusive, if Sora knew him.

Now he is. It doesn't make any of this easier.]

Just like that. Like it's no big deal.

[That's the difference between them, isn't it? He'd seen it during their fight. To Sora, it is no big deal with reach out, make a connection, find a friend. That's why the worlds had needed him more than they needed Roxas.

But he'd still deserved to live.]

The time to make things right was before, when your friend and that man turned me into a different person and put me in that town! [To his horror, hot, angry tears are welling up behind his eyes. He refuses to let them fall.] When they left me to realize that everything I thought I cared about was fake and I had nothing to begin with.

That doesn't go away just because some porter brought us to another world and I'm not a prisoner anymore!