Roxas winced. "I never meant to do that." Really. Even when he didn't want to be around Sora, he never intended to hurt him. "I just..." He shook his head.
"Its hard," he said weakly, "Being nobody. I have no memory of being a twin, or having a brother." But that one, of the park. "I thought it would be like before... no separation. Nothing mine. I was first created out of your leftovers. I only had your scraps of affection and memory and friendship. Do you know, Sora, what is it like, to be your twin? Everyone loves you. Everyone wants to be your friend. I'm.... jealous."