[ Part of Roxas is wondering where he is and what happened to his former surroundings. The people in the black coats...he couldn't say who they are, really, or what they wanted him to do, but they were a constant, there for every day of his life that he can remember. Which isn't very many, actually.
But he can't wonder very hard, because that takes more than he has. He's Roxas; he's number XIII. These are the only things he knows for sure, and he holds onto them.
The boy who approaches him doesn't look threatening, so he can see no reason not to answer. He still doesn't say anything, but he looks at the boy and nods. ]
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But he can't wonder very hard, because that takes more than he has. He's Roxas; he's number XIII. These are the only things he knows for sure, and he holds onto them.
The boy who approaches him doesn't look threatening, so he can see no reason not to answer. He still doesn't say anything, but he looks at the boy and nods. ]