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“  i don’t know what it’ll take for me to feel normal again.  ”

 They are late. His voice speaks in his head, fingers shifting back the collared shirt sleeve to expose his timepiece, the tapping of his finger commences once again. The confidence that had swelled in him when stepping in had slowly started to wane. This was a massive step for him – blindly arranging a meeting with this company that ensures to fix people up that lived in ‘all sectors’ of Midgar. The city was vast and though there were millions of people living within it – it was equally hard to find a match believe it or not.

In order for Rufus to have some sort of equal grounding to his would-be partner – it had to be under the pretense that they didn’t know of him at all. The wine that filled his glass had already been sipped three times since his seating. It wouldn’t be long before he’d request another round, not that the choice in this establishment was anything to savor.

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Verona’s question peeks him as curious, enough so to where he turns from the views above and fixate upon her. “I’d believe it.”

Being thrown into the unknown crest between reality and dreams, the conscious and subconscious, finding consciousness in the subconscious had easily made him a believer of such things in his most recent days. Truth be told he still holds no distinct clue on how to feel about that.

A heart like his could only roll with the punches.

So when the real meat of her thoughts are derived amidst the plumes of smoke rising upward, all of that attention centers upon her like a spotlight. Sora could feel just how much she aims to tear his aspect from the ideals. “I think-- no, I believe you would know if I was afraid. I’ve never really been good in hiding how I really feel. That’s always gotten me into more trouble than anything else.” What surprises him more is how she in all her essence could come not to see him as a threat.

Legends have depicted Keyblade wielders as both heralds of golden ages and the void like chaos that aimed to throw anything into a unbound maelstrom of oblivion. Seeing so much of that power firsthand had drew genuine understanding to how both of these angles could be true. These keys decimated logic and allowed potential and possibility to thrive as long as one held the sheer strength of heart to not bend and break. “There’s been some secrets I’ve also kept myself.” It was genuine admittance as a troubled look takes over the warrior’s expression.

”You’ve never got to see the darkness I have in me, haven’t you?” Sora asks, all too aware of the uncertainty that drifts along the spine as this fact clashes his image. A hero of light holding an abysmal darkness within, one that feeds off his malicious battle will and searing anger, what was once a costly pursuit of power was beginning to gradually shift in form.

Realization was stemming in just how much this Heartless side of him was growing in the adventures of the light, just like he was.