[His hands clench to fists as his eyes drifts away, and he thinks back to what Aqua told him that happened... how Terra had lost himself to the darkness... how he had become a vessel to Xehanort.

Just like Riku had, years later.

Too much alike indeed.]

So I've heard...

[It's really, really terribly ironic.

He stares out towards the sunset, thinking... it is strange, really. Back that night... when he had (destroyed) left the Islands, all he had wanted was to get away. The Islands... the sands and the sea and even the sky... it all had seemed like a prison. Like the world was just way too small.

It had been different at the time of this memory though... the Islands hadn't been a prison, they were - are - home. Sora's and his and later also Kairi's. Just like them... it's something that matters.

It takes a moment until he speaks up again.]

The reason why I wanted to leave in first place... I forgot it... and that's why I failed, I think.

[Failed to call on the Keyblade. Failed to become the person that maybe Terra had hoped him to become.]

I remember again, but... sometimes I wonder if it makes any difference. I wanna protect them, but...

[All he really does, is hurting them... just recently Kairi... he still thinks it couldn't be helped, but... It still shouldn't be like that. He should be able to protect them without exposing them to the darker sides of himself and the worlds.]