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[Today, Isa's in one of the 'outside' rooms of the place - one where it's night, despite what time it might otherwise be in the dressing room. A full moon is hanging overhead.

And sitting on a rock with a sword nearby, is Isa. He's being remarkably quiet even, and is barely moving. What exactly he thinks he's doing there... well, you'd have to ask him, but it certainly looks like he might well intend to stay there all night.]

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[well, yeah. he figured that much.]

Fighting what?

The things I need to.

[he's really bad with decoding cryptic messages, you know. not fair.]

Like...?

[Sometimes Isa can't help it.]

The things back home. Or the people here who aren't so nice.

[Roxas nods. finally, something he can understand and relate to!]

Have you been hurt by anyone in here?

No. Not yet, anyway.

I'm glad. I hope you won't be, either.

[He shrugs at that.]

I'll take care myself.

[he nods.]

Good.

[There's a blink, and then he seems to remember something.]

I'm Isa.

[smiles at him.]

I'm Roxas.

[...wait. Isa...?]

[There's a nod.]

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

[he'll have to investigate this strange coincidence! Saïx, Isa... add the moon in the equation...]

[Well, at least Isa's a lot nicer than the nobody he grows up to be?]

Have you been here long?

[depends on which one of the different worlds we're talking. but yes, he's nicer than the majority of Saixes that Roxas know of.]

...half a year now, I think... maybe even more.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear it.

Oh, no. I like it here. More than where I was before. I don't want to go back.

I need to go back. There's things I have to do.

I see... a lot of people here seems to be like that. As if the place likes to interrupt really important things.

It isn't what I was doing that was important. It's what needs to be done that is.

...can I ask what that is?

[There's a moment of silence before he answers.]

I need to avenge their deaths.

[...that makes his smile fade and he fidgets with the hem of his sleeves.]

I'm... sorry.

It's alright. I know I can't bring them back.

[he nods but still looks a bit sad.]