Roxas doesn't know what to make of this... what to make of anything anymore. It's all falling down around his ears and he just wants it all to stop. No one's telling him anything. The dreams-- dreams like memories-- are getting worse and worse, and his best friend needs help and won't let him close enough to do anything.
His fists clench at his sides, the downward twist of his lips barely hiding a grimace. Who is this imposter of the Order? How can he earn Xion's trust when Roxas and Axel have been her friends from the very beginning?
It ticks him off and he can't do a damn thing to even let his anger out. Without warning, or even a goodbye, Roxas drops from the Plane. At least he can stare at the wall of his room in peace for a while.]
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[But it's not okay.
Roxas doesn't know what to make of this... what to make of anything anymore. It's all falling down around his ears and he just wants it all to stop. No one's telling him anything. The dreams-- dreams like memories-- are getting worse and worse, and his best friend needs help and won't let him close enough to do anything.
His fists clench at his sides, the downward twist of his lips barely hiding a grimace. Who is this imposter of the Order? How can he earn Xion's trust when Roxas and Axel have been her friends from the very beginning?
It ticks him off and he can't do a damn thing to even let his anger out. Without warning, or even a goodbye, Roxas drops from the Plane. At least he can stare at the wall of his room in peace for a while.]