@sorafatherā Sent:Ā ā l i f t e d ā Ā for my museās reaction to yours picking them up and carrying them to safety after my muse has just been grievously injured.
Heād been through worse... He could do this. Everyone was relying on him. He could do this. After Ansem and Xemnas and Xehanort, an onslaught of plain olā Heartless and Nobodies was nothing. A piece of cake, really. And maybe that cockiness was what caused Sora to slip up.
Heād been slicing through his enemies with ease one after another but, he hadnāt truly been paying attention to his surroundings. The deft mitts of a Dancer Nobody had grabbed him by the ankle, using itās eerie power to pick him up and toss him back down on the ground with all of itās might. Had he been ready for it he perhaps he could have come to a better landing. Instead the sickening crack of bones rang out in the clearing.
This was a battle. He had to get up. Using his Keyblade as a crutch Sora tried to rise... and screamed as he tried to put weight on his left leg. Just because you screamed didnāt mean the enemies would stop. In fact, he wagered that it made them more persistent.
As the Keyblade clattered to the ground and he felt a disturbing wet warmth start to pool on his abdomen the boy wondered if this was going to be what did him in.
Maybe this is why he wasnāt a Keyblade Master. He just didnāt pay enough attention. When all seemed lost... Such light. The heartless were being taken down one after another and then... his arms curled around the neck of a man he didnāt immediately recognize through his hazy vision.
āIām sorry...ā He cried softly, bringing his face into the manās chest. Dad. Heād messed up and now his dad was brought into the danger. He didnāt want that. He didnāt want anyone to have to save him.Ā Ā And yet somehow heād never felt so safe. He couldnāt fully feel bad about his father feeling the pull to come and save the day.
Ā āDad. please. Please donāt let me go.ā
