Mad at Mouse Part 7

I hate heartless.

No.

That’s wrong. I don’t hate them. I hate killing them.

Keybladers might be able to send their hearts onto kingdom hearts, but I can’t.

I used to be able to fix them. Well not fix them exactly… but restore them just a bit. A tiny bit of heart is better than no heart at all, and it can grow with proper tending.

I used to be good at that.

I can sense his approach. He can’t be that far away. A few parsecs. A couple of days travel.

I will be dead by then.

I might not have a Heart the Heartless can steal, but that won’t stop them poking and prodding. I’m interesting, I’m different, I’m an odd mixture of powerful and powerless.

It’s easy to forget how to be human, how to be mortal.

It’s been a long time.

Another heartless down, and another was coming.

Mortals got tired. I had forgotten that. Forgotten how it felt to be tired. It was different from being without energy. Instead of the absence of power, it hurt, in a warm and fuzzy kind of way.

I grew up in War. Most of my memories of before are pretty dusty.

If I was going to die here, in battle, then was only one thing for it.

I opened my mouth, and sang the first thing that popped into my head.

“It is finished, he has done it,

death is beaten, heaven beckons me.”

The fighting stopped.

My World, my People, my Heartless.

I didn’t stop singing.

Delaying tactic. Whispered the sensible part of me. It wouldn’t last for long.

Please, let it last just long enough.