[Anger and pain could only sustain a soul so long -even if that soul didn't really exist. For a moment he stood there, frozen with an expression that betrayed his feelings. It was hard to say if it just might have been the rain or perhaps tears. His breathing was shaky as his gaze seemed to bore straight through his friend. Slowly, he blinked, that particular glint to his eyes returning as he collapsed again, burying his face in her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist.
He was clinging to consciousness now, his recent actions after dealing with the NeoShadows not registering to him -from his perspective, he'd relived a nightmare.
Like a film starting to play back up to speed, he heard her apologies in his head. He felt at a loss. He wanted to know why things had to come to this; why she made those choices and more importantly, why she was sorry for everything. It'd been painful, but there was that part of him that was overjoyed: she was back -he was back and this wasn't any mere dream. At least he certainly hoped it wasn't.]
Don't be.
[His voice was hoarse from his outbursts and exhaustion in general, but it had the same tone he'd always used when they talked. There was a pause as he drew a few more breaths, seemingly content to rest the way he was, hoping he wasn't causing her too much discomfort -he just didn't have strength to move for the time being.]
Just don't... don't ever do that again.
[There was an audible trembling in his voice, as if he was afraid all of this was going to suddenly vanish on him. As if to reassure himself of reality, his arms squeezed a little, giving a somewhat awkward hug as he felt something different from the rain on the side of his face.
Curious, he turned his head to see Xion's face, almost scoffing as he smiled weakly while looking at her.]
A puppet...
[Roxas muttered the term as he finally mustered the strength to pry himself off his friend and slumped against the wall. The way he said it, it was more that he spat on the term, the implication being that he rejected the label altogether.]
That's something else I don't want to hear out of you again... you're the same as me. Puppets don't cry and yet, you're crying now.
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He was clinging to consciousness now, his recent actions after dealing with the NeoShadows not registering to him -from his perspective, he'd relived a nightmare.
Like a film starting to play back up to speed, he heard her apologies in his head. He felt at a loss. He wanted to know why things had to come to this; why she made those choices and more importantly, why she was sorry for everything. It'd been painful, but there was that part of him that was overjoyed: she was back -he was back and this wasn't any mere dream. At least he certainly hoped it wasn't.]
Don't be.
[His voice was hoarse from his outbursts and exhaustion in general, but it had the same tone he'd always used when they talked. There was a pause as he drew a few more breaths, seemingly content to rest the way he was, hoping he wasn't causing her too much discomfort -he just didn't have strength to move for the time being.]
Just don't... don't ever do that again.
[There was an audible trembling in his voice, as if he was afraid all of this was going to suddenly vanish on him. As if to reassure himself of reality, his arms squeezed a little, giving a somewhat awkward hug as he felt something different from the rain on the side of his face.
Curious, he turned his head to see Xion's face, almost scoffing as he smiled weakly while looking at her.]
A puppet...
[Roxas muttered the term as he finally mustered the strength to pry himself off his friend and slumped against the wall. The way he said it, it was more that he spat on the term, the implication being that he rejected the label altogether.]
That's something else I don't want to hear out of you again... you're the same as me. Puppets don't cry and yet, you're crying now.