[ Surprisingly clearly, Sora remembers the weird dreams he'd been having at the start of things, when he and Riku and Kairi had still been building the raft, when the world beyond their home. He knows it wasn't the same as what Roxas means, but that's his own connection, his own parallel. He'd rather hear more from Roxas, really, and he does, his brow pinching in again at the way the blond's voice constricts. ]

No, it's not....

[ Sorry isn't enough, nothing is really. Even if Roxas says it's okay. He drops his gaze from Roxas' face to his shoulder.]

...it's not okay, and I know that.

[ But he can't undo it either, he takes a breath. ]

But thanks. I mean, I'm glad you don't blame me. I really am. If I...I wish I could've...

[ Sora's not sure the right word is 'saved' but he wishes Axel had made it, for Roxas' sake and for Axel's own as well.

It's not fair. No one said it would be, but it's different, finally bringing it to the table with Roxas knowing all that he does. ]