He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't deal with the feelings. The feelings he wasn't supposed to feel. The sorrow he wasn't supposed to know. The curiousity... Where did he come from? Why did the keyblade choose him? Why was he so important to Xemnas' plans? Why did it seem like he was the only one that was really needed in the end?
What would happen if he met his other?
He wanted to know. No, he had to know. He was convinced that it needed to be done, regardless of the slim possibilty that he might not come back. He thought for a long while about that.
Might not come back... no, he wouldn't come back. Not to the Organization. He couldn't... they'd destroy him. They'd make sure to erase his non-existance from the record of the world that never was should he ever try to return. Not that he wanted to... but part of him would miss a certain redhead and he knew it in his heart.
He made up his mind, got his game face in place, and started to make his way through the dim, neon-filled streets that never were. A light rain began to fall, misting over him. He pulled his hood up to cover himself, and kept walking.
He was going to go through with it, no matter what.