[head in hands] killing someone can be an act of love, i guess
âUm. He- he couldnât die,â Sora explained, feeling stupid. It was hard enough to explain this thing he barely understood, let alone explain it around the knot in his chest. âHeâdâhe said he tried. I know Mickey tried. Butâhe could only die by my hand, or not at all.â
âBut thatâs why- thatâs why I did itâeven though I didnât want to.â His chest heaved with a sob. He pressed his palms against his tear-filled eyes. âI didnât want to. But- but I was the only option he had- I wasâhow could I deny him that? It felt... it wouldâve been cruel...âÂ
He regretted it so much. He regrettedâ
Not doing it, but that heâd had to.
He would probably do it if it came down to it. Sora didnât want to kill his Shadow, but to deny him what he wantedâto deny him, and then ask him to do something else; ask him with the leverage that might just make him actually do it, even if he hated it... It just made Sora feel gross. He didnât want to hold that over his Shadowâs head. He wasnât that kind of person.