[All the things Sora mentions sound like they happened a million years ago. Maybe because it feels that way, too. Roxas smiles faintly.]

For just a little while, I thought I hated you. But that wasn't true. And it wasn't just you I was angry at, it was...everything.

[It was DiZ, for choosing the Keybearer he thought would make a better tool and giving no care to the one he cast aside. The Keyblade itself, for choosing Sora and then Roxas in the first place. If he had known about Ansem then, maybe he would have been angry at him for creating the dark Keyblade whose very existence led to an inevitable outcome. And in part, it was Sora, because Sora mattered and had friends who would shake the world for him and for all that he had a duty, he had a freedom that Roxas never did.

And it was Sora, because when Roxas had been left in tears, fading and more in need of a friend than ever before, Sora had slept on a little longer instead of opening his eyes and reaching a hand out to him.

But it wasn't Sora's fault. It just was. And Roxas understands so much more now. It really did have to be him.]

What's that?