[It was hard to say how he felt about the general silence between the two of them as they traveled through the rest of the castle. He wanted to say something -to talk or something to try and learn more, but that ringing in the back of his head was just getting to the point where he was getting a headache. It wasn't deafening, but he couldn't do anything to shut it off. Granted, he hadn't tried anything as drastic as covering his ears and yelling or something like that. But at this point, he doubted that would help much and he felt things were uneasy enough between him and Xion right now, he really didn't want them to get any worse.
At a loss to do or think of anything more as they walked, he tried listening to that ringing sound. As he did, every so often, he'd swear he'd hear someone yell something, as if off in the distance; it was like someone -a girl, calling his name.
And then he started thinking about her. Just the way she acted, what she knew, what she wore. How could he have not known about her, he wondered. Part of him wanted to stop them for a moment and ask what her number had been... but he had a sinking feeling that at the same time, it would be an equally fruitless endeavor, serving only to put her on guard even more.
What's with her anyway? She's acting really strange. Xion was acting just like she did back then...
He mentally stumbled, mulling that thought over for a moment. "Back then?" Roxas wasn't entirely sure how, but part of him was really starting to wonder if somehow, he really had known her from before. But then he wondered why he couldn't remember her and then what happened to her when she left the Organization. Part of him was sure that either Saix or Xigbar probably chose to terminate her... but then that didn't make that statement about being forced to fight her friend.
Does she mean, me?
Literally lost in his own thoughts, his attention was yanked back to reality when a low rumble of thunder rolled through the clouds overhead. He blinked and looked up, finding himself assaulted by yet more deja vu. From under the shadow of the Memory Skyscraper, his discomfort was confirmed: they really were in The World That Never Was.]
Huh?
[Roxas looked up just in time for a droplet of rain to splatter on his face. He was feeling a mix of emotions now; discomfort from his realization proving true, sorrowful nostalgia from just where he stood... and then fear.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow out of place. To his horror, he quickly realized that there was a venerable horde closing around them.]
Xion! We're not alone!
[His movements were a little unsteady at first, but as he released her hand, his body shifted into automatic. He drew one Keyblade out with his right and a second with his left. In a dazzling flurry, he whirls them into a crossed-blade position, brilliant light and dark fire engulfing each weapon and leaving Oathkeeper and Oblivion in his hands again.
But this wasn't going to work out as well as last time. As the sky opened up in a torrent on them, he could feel the headache taking its toll on him and that ringing was getting louder. And on top of it, he was starting to see things again.]
I see what you did there XD
At a loss to do or think of anything more as they walked, he tried listening to that ringing sound. As he did, every so often, he'd swear he'd hear someone yell something, as if off in the distance; it was like someone -a girl, calling his name.
And then he started thinking about her. Just the way she acted, what she knew, what she wore. How could he have not known about her, he wondered. Part of him wanted to stop them for a moment and ask what her number had been... but he had a sinking feeling that at the same time, it would be an equally fruitless endeavor, serving only to put her on guard even more.
What's with her anyway? She's acting really strange. Xion was acting just like she did back then...
He mentally stumbled, mulling that thought over for a moment. "Back then?" Roxas wasn't entirely sure how, but part of him was really starting to wonder if somehow, he really had known her from before. But then he wondered why he couldn't remember her and then what happened to her when she left the Organization. Part of him was sure that either Saix or Xigbar probably chose to terminate her... but then that didn't make that statement about being forced to fight her friend.
Does she mean, me?
Literally lost in his own thoughts, his attention was yanked back to reality when a low rumble of thunder rolled through the clouds overhead. He blinked and looked up, finding himself assaulted by yet more deja vu. From under the shadow of the Memory Skyscraper, his discomfort was confirmed: they really were in The World That Never Was.]
Huh?
[Roxas looked up just in time for a droplet of rain to splatter on his face. He was feeling a mix of emotions now; discomfort from his realization proving true, sorrowful nostalgia from just where he stood... and then fear.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow out of place. To his horror, he quickly realized that there was a venerable horde closing around them.]
Xion! We're not alone!
[His movements were a little unsteady at first, but as he released her hand, his body shifted into automatic. He drew one Keyblade out with his right and a second with his left. In a dazzling flurry, he whirls them into a crossed-blade position, brilliant light and dark fire engulfing each weapon and leaving Oathkeeper and Oblivion in his hands again.
But this wasn't going to work out as well as last time. As the sky opened up in a torrent on them, he could feel the headache taking its toll on him and that ringing was getting louder. And on top of it, he was starting to see things again.]