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[ internally conflicted, Roxas stands in a room, door open and shedding light on his back. inside the dark room all he can see is a desk, a chair and an Organization coat on the chair's back. it appears to have been cleaned and touched up by unseen hands and presented to catch any coatless Roxas' eye.

he stalks toward the chair, his attention focused on the coat that must be his, and ghosts his fingertips over the black cloth. ]

All I have to do is put this on and I'll be part of the Organization again. Right...?