[ He stops. It's a moot argument in that even for the parts that may be his fault he gets what Roxas is also saying here - that Axel would never do anything like that, to the degree that he did, outside of his own choosing. However he had made that decision. Somehow it fails to make him feel any better but he knows that's not what it's supposed to do. They should feel bad about this, he thinks but at the same time he doesn't want Roxas to feel badly in general. It's an odd contradiction but he shelves it in favor of an immediate action. Sora has long treasured his friends, his friendships above all other things, believing that the heart is defined by that sort of relationship, that connection that doesn't fade even when, yes, they die or they leave in some way.
Roxas crying is something that strikes Sora with a similar surprise but he thinks it might be Roxas' own surprise and not his, something about being so close that where before they were feeling the memory now they are back to experiencing each other's reactions, or maybe that's all in his head. But in this case Sora doesn't look for words and he doesn't grapple for what to do, this time he just steps forward and slips his arms around the other boy and tugs him close, his chin hooked certain and familiar on his shoulder. ] I'm still sorry, [ he admits, but it sounds less like fault and more I'm sorry that it happened, I'm sorry that he's gone, I'm sorry because he was your friend; I think he could have been mine too. ]
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[ He stops. It's a moot argument in that even for the parts that may be his fault he gets what Roxas is also saying here - that Axel would never do anything like that, to the degree that he did, outside of his own choosing. However he had made that decision. Somehow it fails to make him feel any better but he knows that's not what it's supposed to do. They should feel bad about this, he thinks but at the same time he doesn't want Roxas to feel badly in general. It's an odd contradiction but he shelves it in favor of an immediate action. Sora has long treasured his friends, his friendships above all other things, believing that the heart is defined by that sort of relationship, that connection that doesn't fade even when, yes, they die or they leave in some way.
Roxas crying is something that strikes Sora with a similar surprise but he thinks it might be Roxas' own surprise and not his, something about being so close that where before they were feeling the memory now they are back to experiencing each other's reactions, or maybe that's all in his head. But in this case Sora doesn't look for words and he doesn't grapple for what to do, this time he just steps forward and slips his arms around the other boy and tugs him close, his chin hooked certain and familiar on his shoulder. ] I'm still sorry, [ he admits, but it sounds less like fault and more I'm sorry that it happened, I'm sorry that he's gone, I'm sorry because he was your friend; I think he could have been mine too. ]