Is this where the broken replicas go?

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

[a new Sora, or in fact a Sora replica has appeared in the hallway, but looks quite unconcerned, sitting against a wall and watching people through his eyelashes -- Vexen never could make it just like endlessxsky after all]

[ooc: he got far too little plot use, and he has a bone or two to pick :3]

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[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*here are the walls going up*

I remember Master tossing me into the incinerator. And here I am.

*his eyes are unfocused, and he's feeling too much too much pain sadness anger love that he can't really function*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is completely horrified hearing that, because he doesn't really remember what happened in Oblivion at the end*

Sora. Oh fuck. Fuck. I'm so sorry.

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

Master deemed it necessary.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

It's not necessary! Look... this is the dressing room. It's a special world. You don't have to listen to Vexen here anymore. You can live.

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*he's exceedingly unhappy with this, because he knows it won't mean with you, and is just quiet, filled with overwhelming emotion*

So says he who left me for dead.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*that's like a punch in the face and he doesn't know how to answer that*

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*well it wasn't a question, and be glad he didn't actually punch you in the face*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he would let you*

... I... I thought you were. Dead.

Whoo, no notifications.

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

Ah. Then I guess leaving me behind was okay.

*he says this in a thoughtful voice, not in an accusatory one, though the statement is biting*

it's doing that to me too

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I... I wouldn't have if I knew!

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*just nods and looks... a little lifeless*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he doesn't know what he can do to make you better*

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

*well, he's lost everything, so he'll just... be over here with a painful, blank stare*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*this is painful in ways he never expected*

... do you hate me now?

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

I can't. I was made to love you. I was made for you.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*that makes his Heart wrench in his chest, but he approaches you cautiously and holds out his hand to you*

But sometimes, that feeling can turn to hate. Come on. You can't just sit here. I'll help you.

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

I don't want help.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Well, that's too bad, because I won't let you just lay here. Let's find you some clothes first, and then a room. I'll tell you about this place.

*frowns a little bit, and just reaches to take you into his arms*

[yksxsseldne.livejournal.com]

Leave. Me. Alone!

*and he's kicking and throwing punches weakly, but he has no energy left, and wears himself out easily*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he bears your hits patiently, carrying you to a well-stocked closet*

Here. Pick any clothes you like. Everything here is free. You can keep things here. I'll help you find a room, too.