[He waited in silence, lightly tapping a pen against the pages just outside of view. At least, that was all it would be on the surface. In reality, his mind was going far too quickly for his pen to keep up so he was sorting his thoughts as he waited...

Then Aqua's words pulled him out of it. Memories... Heart. He knew that far too well, and yet.]

Memories can be a fickle thing. [It's just an off-handed comment, and yet... that faint yet fleeting smile had to tell something. The second sentence, however—

Lost, guilt-ridden, envious, scarred, scared, fearful, blinded—surrounded by the dark and unable to reach the surface, unable to reach the light above him... It's that feeling he knows well from being separated from all he loves, how the bitterness of his own betrayal effects him so even now when back home, he's been doing all he can to atone for it. Yet he knows all too well while he's here...]

They fade, warp and twist as time and external forces manipulate them... yet are the key to how we think and feel; everything anyone is is based off those memories. ...How can something so fragile—something that can be forgotten—be so important and bind us to one another even without our knowing it?

[He's going to mess up yet again. Give it all in one shot to save one more person that deserves the right to live more than he does. Someone who didn't stray and walk the path of darkness. ...and he did it again, didn't he.]

... Sorry. It's just something I've been thinking a lot about since before arriving here.