[In a way, this is an improvement over aggression or defense that Sora has become somewhat used to though never quite accepting of. He still believes they can come to some kind of common ground even if not in the way that they come to it back where they originated from. Here, now, however, he returns that nod with a small wave, his brow raised because the silence Roxas is keeping manages to be both unsettling and remarkable. What kind of...what happened?
A curse? But what a strange effect. Sora can't put a beginning or an end to it, can't make sense of it, but he pauses a reasonable foot or two away, arms folding, one hand under his chin. ]
I don't get it.
[ This he says almost more to himself, but he says it nonetheless. ]
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A curse? But what a strange effect. Sora can't put a beginning or an end to it, can't make sense of it, but he pauses a reasonable foot or two away, arms folding, one hand under his chin. ]
I don't get it.
[ This he says almost more to himself, but he says it nonetheless. ]