[As his story's grown easier to tell, it's become harder to bear Sora's reaction to it. He has a right to know, and Roxas isn't about to shy away from the full tale now, at the eleventh hour.

But it hurts his Other to hear. That's one of the last things he wants. But there's no way to avoid it—he can't change the past, after all.]

Yeah. [He speaks quietly, and takes a sip of his drink before continuing.]

That wasn't the end, though. She acted...I don't know. Not like herself. She said she had to make me part of her too, and then—she didn't look like either of you. There was some kind of armor, from the machines I think. And she attacked me, and we fought. For a long time. [He's sure Sora won't mind if he doesn't go into details about the fight.]

I didn't want her to win, I just wanted her to stop. There were still too many things I needed to know about where I came from, and why I could use the Keyblade. Too much to just give up. And that's...that's what she wanted, pretty much.