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In this castle, people reclaimed their lost memories—that was what he’d been told, anyway, but he couldn’t recall ever seeing a place like this before.
Against the hopeless depths of darkness that filled up his own heart, this town felt so warm.
“And besides,” she went on, “Nobodies like you are at the mercy of their memories. It might awaken something similar in the Replica.”
“What do you mean?”
“A heart—”
"So, that must be you from when Ansem had control of *your* heart."
"Yeah. How could I forget."
"I'd say that was our finest hour!"
"Wrong. My hour of weakness!"
"You sure? How about we find out!? A real test for the Mark of Mastery!"
"What did you say!?"
Through the hole, the Replica found a shadowy forest. He went slowly, looking around him all the while. A dark, dismal feeling dominated the place.
Almost like the inside of my own heart, the Replica thought.
“I’m sorry… I was wrong. So I have to go right now.”
“What are you talking about?!” he screamed, clutching at his head.
“Naminé, tell me!”
“I don’t have time now. I’m sorry…Replica.” She turned away from him
and ran.
“Isn’t it about time he was getting back?” Axel wondered. The Replica had no response. “So do you have any idea how you absorb other people’s powers?”
“…I devour their strength by defeating them. That’s what Vexen said.”
“Is he…gone?” Goofy nervously peered at Sora.
“Looks like it.” Sora faced the Replica, holding up his hand, palm forward.
Somehow he felt a little silly about it, but the Replica met the high five.
"So, how was the real thing?"
"He's spineless. In no time at all, I'll be better than him."
"In the meantime, would you be interested in meeting another who's considered a hero?"
"You mean Sora."
“Hey there, Riku.”
He looked up. “…Axel.”
“Say, don’t you want to become the real thing?” said Axel, coming toward him with a smirk.
The real thing— If that was possible, he wanted it.
The Replica silently nodded.
She laid out the crayons beside her and opened the sketchbook. Scribble, scribble—and like magic the blank white page gave way to Riku’s smile.
Riku and Naminé laughed together.
“Hey…you kids…,” said the boy with no name.
But the moment he spoke—the world spun into nothing.
The boy floated inside the pod.
“Do you understand me, Replica?”
Hearing the voice, he slowly opened his eyes. There in front of him was the man in a black cloak with long dull hair. The cold, cruel smile that clung to his lips gave the boy a terrible shivery feeling.