[head in hands] killing someone can be an act of love, i guess
“Um. He- he couldn’t die,” Sora explained, feeling stupid. It was hard enough to explain this thing he barely understood, let alone explain it around the knot in his chest. “He’d—he said he tried. I know Mickey tried. But—he could only die by my hand, or not at all.”
“But that’s why- that’s why I did it—even though I didn’t want to.” His chest heaved with a sob. He pressed his palms against his tear-filled eyes. “I didn’t want to. But- but I was the only option he had- I was—how could I deny him that? It felt... it would’ve been cruel...”
He regretted it so much. He regretted—
Not doing it, but that he’d had to.
He would probably do it if it came down to it. Sora didn’t want to kill his Shadow, but to deny him what he wanted—to deny him, and then ask him to do something else; ask him with the leverage that might just make him actually do it, even if he hated it... It just made Sora feel gross. He didn’t want to hold that over his Shadow’s head. He wasn’t that kind of person.