[ Sora pauses, smiling a little, seeing for a moment not the space between them on the carousel but a beach and paopu tree with three silhouettes - one his own and the other two known just as completely. He blinks, continues: ]
She protected me. I...she used light.
[ It is by no means an elegant or even particularly helpful answer but it's still the truth, Sora pausing, before, without asking, without really even thinking about it to begin with, Sora reaches out his hand to pick up Roxas' hand and then places their palms together and presses briefly. ]
I didn't even know who you were until near the end. People kept calling me 'Roxas'. Kind of confusing.
[ He doesn't mention their fight, somewhat worried Roxas might suddenly want to fight him again if the idea even gets put out there despite the fact that in Sora's time they've already fused for what seems the final time.
Glancing at Roxas, Sora wonders what Riku would tell him instead, tries to think from his standpoint but more or less fails. It's one reason they work well together maybe, that they do think differently, even if sometimes he thinks Riku could stand a little more positivity. He thinks of how he sat on the beach with Riku, how when they thought about the world needing light and darkness the idea of being the darkness hadn't bothered him.
What had bothered him of course was the idea of Kairi stuck waiting and wondering, how that seemed wrong, like their story couldn't possibly be over. Maybe that's why it had been a simpler matter to wait on that shore though, until the bottle washed up with words to lead them back, together.
Of course that's when he'd then wound up here. A frown wrinkles his expression for a second before he wipes it off, blinks again and wonders if it's lying to say Roxas doesn't stay a Nobody, if it counts to fuse together again with the original heart or if maybe it wouldn't to him, how that even works, and wishes now he'd asked Riku more about it if only to say more on it to Roxas.
It feels like the least he could do, and not really enough. ]
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[ Sora pauses, smiling a little, seeing for a moment not the space between them on the carousel but a beach and paopu tree with three silhouettes - one his own and the other two known just as completely. He blinks, continues: ]
She protected me. I...she used light.
[ It is by no means an elegant or even particularly helpful answer but it's still the truth, Sora pausing, before, without asking, without really even thinking about it to begin with, Sora reaches out his hand to pick up Roxas' hand and then places their palms together and presses briefly. ]
I didn't even know who you were until near the end. People kept calling me 'Roxas'. Kind of confusing.
[ He doesn't mention their fight, somewhat worried Roxas might suddenly want to fight him again if the idea even gets put out there despite the fact that in Sora's time they've already fused for what seems the final time.
Glancing at Roxas, Sora wonders what Riku would tell him instead, tries to think from his standpoint but more or less fails. It's one reason they work well together maybe, that they do think differently, even if sometimes he thinks Riku could stand a little more positivity. He thinks of how he sat on the beach with Riku, how when they thought about the world needing light and darkness the idea of being the darkness hadn't bothered him.
What had bothered him of course was the idea of Kairi stuck waiting and wondering, how that seemed wrong, like their story couldn't possibly be over. Maybe that's why it had been a simpler matter to wait on that shore though, until the bottle washed up with words to lead them back, together.
Of course that's when he'd then wound up here. A frown wrinkles his expression for a second before he wipes it off, blinks again and wonders if it's lying to say Roxas doesn't stay a Nobody, if it counts to fuse together again with the original heart or if maybe it wouldn't to him, how that even works, and wishes now he'd asked Riku more about it if only to say more on it to Roxas.
It feels like the least he could do, and not really enough. ]