This Is Hell

This is it for me. What a hypocrite I am. If I didn't try and force myself to be a hero like the rest of you, maybe...I wouldn't have died in a world that hates me. Still, somehow...I can't help but accept it. This is the way it goes; life, so fleeting. So cruel...why am I having all of these regrets now of all times? How cold I was, but that's the person I was to all of you, so I won't scorn it...That's me, Lucas Schon; the boy too foolish to express himself, but somehow...you all cared for me nonetheless. 

That's...the final sentiment I'll carry with me into the great unknown. 

Saying that at a time like this, how...Shit...Sora thought. 

All he could do was sit there silently, looking down at his beloved friend as he gently placed a kiss on his hand, closing his eyelids for him as he carefully set him down on the ground before turning back around to face the constant rumbling behind him of the obsidian towers. 

"To hell with it all!----"