[He's having a lot of trouble letting go of all of those intense emotions bubbling beneath the surface. His hands are clenched into tight fists, and he can feel energy building in his left hand.]

Even now, though, you're using it. That armor is a sign of it, isn't it? The darkness inside you. After all of that, how can you... [He struggles to find the words. Darkness was a stain on the heart, something that could take control and take over. That was why he had been denied the Mark. Why he had sought Master Xehanort's guidance.]