[For a while, the depth of the memories seemed to have grown to at least a constant. Although it was a rather constant rush of memories too real for either of their liking. The moods a continuous grab bag of ups and downs. But as things continued to progress, Roxas would be able to feel his head starting to hurt. It started off as a mild headache. But as time went on, it slowly developed until it was becoming a painful pronounced migraine.
All the while, he was still living out memories. At the very pinnacle though, Roxas was pulled into one of the most nightmarish of all the memories he had seen. Because from his point of view, for once, he was himself. Laying on the floor at the top of The Castle That Never Was. His vision was blurring in and out and he could see himself reaching for his keyblade, Oblivion. Despite the black mist coming out in plumes from his arm, he tried to will it to him. But stay it remained on the ground just a few feet out of his reach and he found himself turning his head sharply as he heard a sharp cry.
Catching the sight of Xion skidding across the ground herself. She looked about in just as bad shape as Roxas was if not worse, Oathkeeper lost from her grip and sliding across the ground spinning before it suddenly vanished. Xion was practically choking on the air she gathered for herself as she lay there, trying so hard to move but despite how much she tried, she just couldn't stand.
And then he found out the reason why as a familiar nobody stepped into view in his savage lunar form. He stared down at Xion as expressionless as always. His giant claymore leveled at the replica as she wheezed pitifully on the floor, glaring up at none other than Saix in defiance. But Saix only studied her dismissively as he ready the final blow.
'--was really expecting one of you to be returned tonight--
--Kingdom Hearts--
--But you had to fail your mission, No. i--
--expected from a mistake.
But this ends here. Roxas, take this as good lesson for your insubordination. Pity you won't remember it.'
Just as he swung down his weapon, Roxas' vision blurred and blacked out.
And just as it did, Roxas himself might be feeling a little more compelled to black out himself as the migraine suddenly took on a whole new definition of head-splitting.]
It was. Don't get me wrong. F-Ffff.
All the while, he was still living out memories. At the very pinnacle though, Roxas was pulled into one of the most nightmarish of all the memories he had seen. Because from his point of view, for once, he was himself. Laying on the floor at the top of The Castle That Never Was. His vision was blurring in and out and he could see himself reaching for his keyblade, Oblivion. Despite the black mist coming out in plumes from his arm, he tried to will it to him. But stay it remained on the ground just a few feet out of his reach and he found himself turning his head sharply as he heard a sharp cry.
Catching the sight of Xion skidding across the ground herself. She looked about in just as bad shape as Roxas was if not worse, Oathkeeper lost from her grip and sliding across the ground spinning before it suddenly vanished. Xion was practically choking on the air she gathered for herself as she lay there, trying so hard to move but despite how much she tried, she just couldn't stand.
And then he found out the reason why as a familiar nobody stepped into view in his savage lunar form. He stared down at Xion as expressionless as always. His giant claymore leveled at the replica as she wheezed pitifully on the floor, glaring up at none other than Saix in defiance. But Saix only studied her dismissively as he ready the final blow.
'--was really expecting one of you to be returned tonight--
--Kingdom Hearts--
--But you had to fail your mission, No. i--
--expected from a mistake.
But this ends here. Roxas, take this as good lesson for your insubordination. Pity you won't remember it.'
Just as he swung down his weapon, Roxas' vision blurred and blacked out.
And just as it did, Roxas himself might be feeling a little more compelled to black out himself as the migraine suddenly took on a whole new definition of head-splitting.]