[ Good thing he doesn't mind telling the story over and over again. Or some variation of it. To him it's just explaining something that had happened. A factual event rather than something for him to lament over.

At least not right now. ]

That's what I said. He and I were once whole. When he and I were we, a task given was failed. As we lay dying, the Master ripped our heart - our soul - in half. I am the half that carries the Darkness while he bears all of the Light.

[ So why would he want to bond with him? Ventus has rejected him so many times... ]