Darkness.

“I don’t owe you any such proof,” he almost snapped. Not due to the stranger’s query, but rather bitter memories were what had arisen the slight element of anger now with him. Though it was unlikely the distinction would be made by the asker.

"I just want to get to know you."

Disgust coaxed it’s way from betwixt her lips, the surface of her palm descending earthward and abaft her agile physique to reach for her loyal armament, engaging her impassive stare solidly unto the specter as she ventured to speak once more, “You’re not Sora. I’m not sure who you are, but I suggest you take your leave now… for your own sake.”

//swipes at angrily

"Feisty!"

Sora? The bridge of her nose constricted as the scowl intensified, leveling her stare with the obscurity only steps away from her initial bearings. Sora? Impossible. The Sora she recalled to memory was not a dark entity—something was suspicious here. “You’re not Sora. Who are you?”

“S-Shut up! He—…Sora forgave me! He told me so! You’re wrong, there’s no way that goofy kid would give into something like you! I made my mistakes, and I deserve whatever is coming my way… but my best friend would never succumb to the likes of this darkness!”

‘Another member of darkness, idiots? Maybe not completely but blinded by some goal of ‘saving the worlds’? Maybe.’

"Idiots...do you wish to be grouped into that clique?"

Pivoting abruptly to uncover the foreigner behind her, a scowl illustrating her countenance, knitting stilt brows of roseate coloration together. “Who are you?”

What a waste. Turning his back to the darkened being, Hei retained a sidelong glance before facing fully away, intent on leaving the scene if his starting steps were any indication. “If you aren’t a Contractor,” he spoke aloud, “then you aren’t worth my time.”

"--Tch, you aren't worth my time--tell me, are you capable of proving yourself worthy of living?"

“—Enough! Sora, come on! Snap out of this!”

"Eheheh! You never meant to--perhaps this is your own doing, have you ever considered that? He feels betrayed Riku, he's always felt betrayed. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Steady footwork came to a halt as vortexes swelling with altered stains of cerulean pigmentation surveyed the broad vicinity, ebony lashes short in length gracing the contour of her cheeks as she lidded those luminous irises, breath threaded with mild exhaustion parting her lips. “Quiet night.”

"It was quiet."

“Because you shouldn’t be.” A hand rose to clutch at the heart rattling within its cage—the darkness threading there had taken form without his body. (An accident born of weakness; created in abuse of power.) “I don’t trust you.”

     "--Were you looking for your trophy?"

“—…Who are you? I… I thought it was just a form of his, but you’re—… Something else.”

"No--I'm Sora. Your best friend, ring a bell? Or...have you simply chosen to toss me aside like trash once more."