Mad at Mouse Part 11

I don’t know what to do.

The mouse won’t wake up.

I didn’t mean to drain all that energy out of him, but he isn’t recharging like he should be.

He should be emitting energy like a small sun. At the moment it seems he isn’t even producing enough energy to wake up.

He doesn’t look like he’s suffering from a mortal injury, and one to the heart tends to be hard to miss. I suppose there is the possibility of heartbreak, as bad as it sounds I’m hoping that the mouse is having troubles with his love, because the other explanations will cause an ending.

It’s official. I hate being mortal and mad at someone. It goes against my nature not to try and understand people, and I don’t want to understand the mouse.

His actions and decisions have caused so much trouble.

How can I feel sorry for someone’s fate when it’s their own fault and I’m mad at them? It’s confusing.

The mouse’s mortal life was coming to an end.

The heart of darkness was killing him.

The heart of darkness was keeping him alive.

I don’t want him to die, and my people cannot help him.

I cannot walk through the Dark as the Keybladers and Heartless do. Those pathways are bared to me.

Instead I use the Moon paths. It tempts madness to walk the twisted trails, but I am already mad and not entirely mortal.

There are other paths between the Worlds, all have their disadvantages. However the main advantage of the Moon paths was simply this; it was impossible to block madness. If the mouse’s World had shields, as I believed they did, the Moon paths were the easiest way of bypassing them.

I wasn’t going back to my world. I hate leaving my world. Even now I can hear it calling its siren song.

I’m a Guardian. I’m meant to guard.

I’m not meant to go gallivanting off across the universe to fix things.

That’s the job of the Keybladers.

I’m not meant to have anything to do with the Keybladers.

It’s not my job to fix them when they go wrong. They are meant to be able to fix themselves, or die.

The mouse is ill. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. I don’t know what. I just know.

My World calls, but I must move away from it, I need to listen to another song.

This song is quiet but steady. Patient and kind. She waits. I follow.

I walked for hours, tracing the Heart song, time is a funny thing, especially between Worlds.

I had no food, nor water. I had no need of it with the Dark Heart feeding me power. 

Soon the Mouse will die. Soon the energy would dry up. Then I too would pass away.

I kept walking.