[ It wasn't so long ago that he was there, part of Sora yet still able to speak to him, and Roxas almost feels like two different people. There's the Roxas who was angry and determined and finally able to understand, back there, and there's the quieter one who spent a year here figuring things out all by himself. ]
[ How could he have forgotten any of this? Forgotten Sora? But it doesn't matter now, he tells himself. Because of the deities or whatever other reason he's here, they have another chance, and he'll pull his two selves together. ]
We've got plenty of time.
[ He chuckles when Sora pokes at him—and he can't blame him for doing so—and before he can stop himself, he pushes Sora's hand aside, slings an arm around his shoulders and pulls him into a close hug. ]
[ If Sora pays very close attention, he might feel that their hearts are beating in time with one another. ]
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[ It wasn't so long ago that he was there, part of Sora yet still able to speak to him, and Roxas almost feels like two different people. There's the Roxas who was angry and determined and finally able to understand, back there, and there's the quieter one who spent a year here figuring things out all by himself. ]
[ How could he have forgotten any of this? Forgotten Sora? But it doesn't matter now, he tells himself. Because of the deities or whatever other reason he's here, they have another chance, and he'll pull his two selves together. ]
We've got plenty of time.
[ He chuckles when Sora pokes at him—and he can't blame him for doing so—and before he can stop himself, he pushes Sora's hand aside, slings an arm around his shoulders and pulls him into a close hug. ]
[ If Sora pays very close attention, he might feel that their hearts are beating in time with one another. ]