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Well, if you think whatever it is you know is true, then you can either try confirming it or just not do anything.
It's not like I'd know what it is you might be claiming to know.
It's not like I'd know what it is you might be claiming to know.
I think it is, it just...doesn't make any sense. It's like saying the sky is actually the earth.
.....That's kind of a weird thing to discover.
I know it is. That's why it's taken me so long to figure this out.
[Ignoring the last part for now] Meet me somewhere we can talk in private? I don't care where.
Okay are you-- uh....carousel?
That's fine. I'll go there now.
All right. See you soon.
Edited 2011-08-22 01:24 (UTC)
...Well...if I knew something like that, I don't think I'd do anything with the knowledge. Unless there's something to actually do with it, I guess.
[ With a misgiving or five, Sora shows up quickly because he runs the whole way there, figuring he wouldn't beat Roxas in arriving but that the least he could do was to make his own effort. Pausing to catch his breath he peers around before starting to circle the carousel, not having remembered to specify which side.
There aren't - Sora thinks - a lot of things Roxas could want to talk about, not to him, all things considered. Even without really explaining anything, he knows that a lot of the pieces have been there to put together; they're just seemingly improbable pieces to begin with. Even to Sora it doesn't all make sense in the most basic form, his mind wrapping around things with more difficulty than his heart ever has.
He figures if Riku were around he might shed more insight, more light, but he also knows he can't go around depending on Riku for that whether he's here or not.
Then again, he thinks, scuffing his toe on the pavement, Roxas might be asking him about something completely unrelated.
Of course, nothing else actually comes to mind. ]
There aren't - Sora thinks - a lot of things Roxas could want to talk about, not to him, all things considered. Even without really explaining anything, he knows that a lot of the pieces have been there to put together; they're just seemingly improbable pieces to begin with. Even to Sora it doesn't all make sense in the most basic form, his mind wrapping around things with more difficulty than his heart ever has.
He figures if Riku were around he might shed more insight, more light, but he also knows he can't go around depending on Riku for that whether he's here or not.
Then again, he thinks, scuffing his toe on the pavement, Roxas might be asking him about something completely unrelated.
Of course, nothing else actually comes to mind. ]
[ Roxas is already there waiting when Sora arrives; quick travel makes the dark corridors a great benefit. It also gave him some time to think, which he doesn't really need. He's been thinking about this for months. He just hasn't been believing. Is he really going to do this now?
He spots Sora coming around the curve of the carousel and raises a hand in greeting. Looks like he is.
If he had a heart, it might start to pound right about now. ]
Hey.
He spots Sora coming around the curve of the carousel and raises a hand in greeting. Looks like he is.
If he had a heart, it might start to pound right about now. ]
Hey.
[ Hand resting at the back of his head when he looks over in the right direction, he draws it forward to wave briefly, a half-smile on his face however unsure. He walks the rest of the way until they are just a couple feet apart and nods at the carousel's edge before perching on it himself. ]
Hi. What's...what's going on?
Hi. What's...what's going on?
[ He waits a beat before saying anything. Everything's careful, deliberate. He doesn't feel in control of anything but if he acts like it, he can pretend he is. ]
You're my friend, right?
Even though I'm a Nobody, and we're supposed to be enemies.
[ The words coming from his mouth almost feel like someone else is saying them. But it's true; though he's never thought of them that way, and maybe he hasn't been a friend back, Sora has tried to be his friend since day one. ]
You're my friend, right?
Even though I'm a Nobody, and we're supposed to be enemies.
[ The words coming from his mouth almost feel like someone else is saying them. But it's true; though he's never thought of them that way, and maybe he hasn't been a friend back, Sora has tried to be his friend since day one. ]
I'm not sure if there is. I'm not sure about...a lot of stuff. I wish I were.
........Tell someone you know. Or since you spent so long deciding it was true, spend some more time deciding what to do about it.
Definitely. What we're 'supposed to be' doesn't matter with that kind of thing. We're friends anyway. I mean, it's our choice.
[ Inseparable, in a metaphorical sense and a literal sense later but Sora answers without any hesitation and keeps these particulars to himself. He thinks about Roxas the few times he's mentioned Axel and Xion - how he doesn't talk about anything else the way he talks about them - and he thinks about spending time just eating ice cream with him and saying nothing and he thinks about how much Roxas likes carrot cake - tiny things that make him anything but a nobody, technicality or not. Things that make him very real and his own person in an important way, if not in every way. ]
Is...something wrong?
[ He slips off the carousel again, just sort of standing in front of it, head tilted. ]
[ Inseparable, in a metaphorical sense and a literal sense later but Sora answers without any hesitation and keeps these particulars to himself. He thinks about Roxas the few times he's mentioned Axel and Xion - how he doesn't talk about anything else the way he talks about them - and he thinks about spending time just eating ice cream with him and saying nothing and he thinks about how much Roxas likes carrot cake - tiny things that make him anything but a nobody, technicality or not. Things that make him very real and his own person in an important way, if not in every way. ]
Is...something wrong?
[ He slips off the carousel again, just sort of standing in front of it, head tilted. ]
[ He nods. It's about what he expected to hear from Sora. More or less the same thing he's said for months. He's not sure how much of it he believes, but it's nice to hear, he supposes.
It's also not what he's really here to talk about.
Again, he doesn't answer Sora's question. There's a reason he's here, something he needs to know for sure, so he takes a few more seconds to gather his thoughts, steels himself, and asks the question. ]
Am I your Nobody?
It's also not what he's really here to talk about.
Again, he doesn't answer Sora's question. There's a reason he's here, something he needs to know for sure, so he takes a few more seconds to gather his thoughts, steels himself, and asks the question. ]
Am I your Nobody?
I think it's a common situation to run into in the City. I know I've had to confront several things that I knew couldn't be true and yet in this place, it's solid, living, flesh and blood.
[ It's a bit of a broken record thing with Sora, his beliefs not many but rather expansive - broad as some might say critically while others would just say open. It depends on which topic, perhaps but where Nobodies are concerned, he's never been able to reconcile the distinct impression of feeling he got from both Roxas and Axel, a range of feelings no less.
The question isn't entirely unexpected, Sora having only just thought about it, having then been unable to think of anything else Roxas might sound so serious about. He answers again without pause. ]
Yes.
[ It's not nearly the explanation Roxas deserves and Sora knows that so he hurries to say something else, something that might not be the right thing but that might get him there eventually if he says enough, period. ]
I'm sorry I didn't say so first.
[ He watches Roxas carefully, not just his face but whether he might become angry or upset enough to leave, hoping he might be fast enough to follow even through one of his portals. It's another thing of Nobodies, he's aware - that the paths are of darkness, but again he thinks that the ideas associated with traveling through those kinds of corridors are all wrong. Or, the more he considers it, that the idea of darkness itself is wrong. ]
The question isn't entirely unexpected, Sora having only just thought about it, having then been unable to think of anything else Roxas might sound so serious about. He answers again without pause. ]
Yes.
[ It's not nearly the explanation Roxas deserves and Sora knows that so he hurries to say something else, something that might not be the right thing but that might get him there eventually if he says enough, period. ]
I'm sorry I didn't say so first.
[ He watches Roxas carefully, not just his face but whether he might become angry or upset enough to leave, hoping he might be fast enough to follow even through one of his portals. It's another thing of Nobodies, he's aware - that the paths are of darkness, but again he thinks that the ideas associated with traveling through those kinds of corridors are all wrong. Or, the more he considers it, that the idea of darkness itself is wrong. ]
Oh.
[ It's actually relief to hear. He isn't just imagining things; there is a reason for the dreams and visions, a reason so many things about them are the same. Something he can point to and say this is why.
And...what to do now? He's obviously never dealt with something like this before, but he's certain that thanking Sora for the information and leaving is not the correct choice of action, even if he's not sure what else to do.
He's not sure of anything. But he's not the only one here, and he's already reached out for the truth once, so it can't be that hard to do it again. Besides, who else can he trust more now but...himself? ]
How?
[ It's actually relief to hear. He isn't just imagining things; there is a reason for the dreams and visions, a reason so many things about them are the same. Something he can point to and say this is why.
And...what to do now? He's obviously never dealt with something like this before, but he's certain that thanking Sora for the information and leaving is not the correct choice of action, even if he's not sure what else to do.
He's not sure of anything. But he's not the only one here, and he's already reached out for the truth once, so it can't be that hard to do it again. Besides, who else can he trust more now but...himself? ]
How?
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