[ Taking Roxas' hand is automatic and Sora doesn't let it go even when he's standing, shaking his head to clear it again. He can't explain how it felt, only what he knew - that things were ending and that by knowing that he had a queer sense of clarity he knew wasn't his own even though it seemed to be, lying on the ground and apologizing for actions that didn't belong to him either. But the result of it, in a way, was, he thinks, and it's now, gripping firmly onto the other boy's hand that he feels his regret more sharply, a heavier twist. He's sorry Axel faded, that essentially Axel died, but he had been just as sorry that he'd had the impression Roxas never had the chance to know exactly what he meant to his friend.
Looking at him now though he thinks maybe he was wrong, maybe Roxas knew precisely how he 'felt' (for all that Nobodies are not supposed to contain the capacity for feeling, Sora understands that he himself was never fully able to commit to the idea, though he pushed through it each time he fought - perhaps mistakenly). Roxas knew, he thinks, because that's how Roxas felt, feels, about his friends - Axel, and Xion who remains a mystery to Sora.
He squeezes his hand, a short, definitive gesture. ]
I wish he hadn't...
[ Faded. Died. He's not sure what word he wants to say out loud, and trails off but his eyes stay locked on Roxas, intent because sharing memories means something, like sharing dreams, like sharing a heart. ]
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Looking at him now though he thinks maybe he was wrong, maybe Roxas knew precisely how he 'felt' (for all that Nobodies are not supposed to contain the capacity for feeling, Sora understands that he himself was never fully able to commit to the idea, though he pushed through it each time he fought - perhaps mistakenly). Roxas knew, he thinks, because that's how Roxas felt, feels, about his friends - Axel, and Xion who remains a mystery to Sora.
He squeezes his hand, a short, definitive gesture. ]
I wish he hadn't...
[ Faded. Died. He's not sure what word he wants to say out loud, and trails off but his eyes stay locked on Roxas, intent because sharing memories means something, like sharing dreams, like sharing a heart. ]