It was a while before the King said anything else. In his silence, the darkness seemed to cause those dim blue lights to flicker dangerously, barely illuminating their surroundings. After all, these lights were only there for her courtesy, as the Heartless had no need of light to live in their natural black surroundings.
The fact that he was even extending such a small courtesy to her would have seemed strange to his shadowy minions - if they were in the vicinity to see it. But it was just him and her now. He turned to regard her again, and was again struck by how much she reminded him of her. The purity of her heart by itself threatened to cast away the domain of shadow he'd called over the two of them.
With a deep guttural voice, he rasped, "When this is over, you will feel no pain. No pain of emotions, of love, of hate, of anger. The human heart is weak. I will make you strong."