(HERE WE GO AGAIN)
Xion and I were in a group called Organization XIII. They told us that we had a purpose, that we were exceptional... it was all lies to get us to work for them. Sure, we had a purpose... pawns. Toy soldiers. Expendable peons. If us toys got broken, they could always get new ones... not that they told us that...
When they weren't convincing us we were their special snowflakes, they were complete jerks to us. Especially Xion. They called her a puppet, a mistake... she kept going for me. Then she found out that she really was a puppet, made to keep this one guy from waking up... it only got worse from there.
She had to fight me... and then she... left. Came here, I guess. I marched to the Organization myself, to avenge her... they stopped me, and then... well... (He closes his eyes.) Have you ever forgotten something important? Like, really, truly, direly important? Like... a person?
Well... they did something to me that made me forget she ever existed. It was slow... I could feel each memory slip away from me... I would think of her name, try to grab onto it... then forget what I was thinking about. It was horrible...
And as for the question... she's made of his memories. He's been asleep for a while. The way he's going to wake up needs those memories. She tried to absorb herself into him... I guess if she's here, then it didn't work...
Everything you touch falls apart, doesn't it, Sora...
-nods- Yeah. Should do.
I- kind of held my own against Lancer, sparring...
{As in- like. Not concentrating on purpose.}
-nods- Right...
Yeah- because you just got out of a firefight. -seems unconcerned for his own safety as he picks up Liman- Right- lead on.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Oh, yes.
He is the Berserker.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI