"Who cares if someone made you? You have your own heart. Those feelings and memories are yours and yours alone. They're special!"
The Riku Replica smiled, as he stared up at Sora's sleeping form. "After all the things I have done to you..." Next to the replica, Naminé stood quietly. Her face was rather solemn. Her lips were drawn tightly into a thin line, as her blue eyes looked upon Sora's sleeping face. Within her small little hands she tightly clutched onto her sketchbook.
"No, not goodbye! I'll find you again after I wake up. And we'll be friends for real. Promise me, Naminé."
The memory witch too, found herself smiling. 'After all the horrible deeds I have done...' She thought to herself silently. Slowly, the Riku replica reached over to wrap an arm around Naminé's shoulders, while drawing her close. She looked up to peer at into the younger teen's face, only to see his attention was drawn towards the flower shaped pod.
Turning her gaze back upon Sora's sleeping form, she couldn't help but sigh. The both of them were in love with a person they weren't meant to be with. The two of them were only meant to fade away from his memories, and be replaced by the ones that were truly within his heart.
Besides, the two of them were nothing but an imitation and a shadow of a person. Despite the wicked acts the duo had caused, the keyblade master still forgave them. Sora just smiled as he spoke kind words to the two of them. His action had touched them deeply in their hearts. Or rather, fake heart, and lack of heart.
Regardless of that, it was an undeniable fact that, in that moment, the two of them were jealous. Jealous of what they couldn't have, and what the real ones were able to have. So replica Riku and Naminé just continued to watch Sora, for one last time. Before all his memories of them were to fade away.
Hah, screw the RikuSoraKairi OT3! ReplikuSoraNaminé is soooo much betteeer! (gets shot)