He wants to say no. He almost says no, but then he pauses, the words stuck in his throat. Because it's not a heart as in a literal heart, that much he knows. Talk to Xion long enough and you know what it means when she says Heart, and just like that it feels as if something breaks in him.
For all the times he came close seeing ghosts of the past, hearing voices of villains he long destroyed, it is this that has his eyes water, spill, and overflow within moments. "...Yes," he says, because he's realizing it in that moment. What else can he call it? Even without memory, even without body, what else can 'Weather Report' be except the Heart of the man who was practically his father?
"I do, and I never wanted... ...I never asked h..."
He curls on the spot, and can't bring himself to say more.
(He never had a chance to tell them all how he felt about them, and now he never will.)
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He wants to say no. He almost says no, but then he pauses, the words stuck in his throat. Because it's not a heart as in a literal heart, that much he knows. Talk to Xion long enough and you know what it means when she says Heart, and just like that it feels as if something breaks in him.
For all the times he came close seeing ghosts of the past, hearing voices of villains he long destroyed, it is this that has his eyes water, spill, and overflow within moments. "...Yes," he says, because he's realizing it in that moment. What else can he call it? Even without memory, even without body, what else can 'Weather Report' be except the Heart of the man who was practically his father?
"I do, and I never wanted... ...I never asked h..."
He curls on the spot, and can't bring himself to say more.
(He never had a chance to tell them all how he felt about them, and now he never will.)