"Hmm. I rather suspect Riku might have said the same thing, when we first met."

He took a deep breath, as painful memories from Castle Oblivion came rising up. Not just his own final moments, but what he had done...the life he had created, then callously allowed to be reshaped against his will. He would never be able to get the poor Replica's look of terror and betrayal out of his mind...nor did he want to be the kind of person who could.

"We had taken to calling him the hero of darkness among ourselves...that is, Zexion, Lexaeus, and I."