[Part of him thought that he should have been shocked when he saw Riku's form distort and shift as it had. Part of him said that he wouldn't have expected any of this. And yet, as he'd been fighting that boy, pieces had begun to line up and he'd been forming a guess about all of this.
He'd gone into Xion's mind -or heart or whatever it was that they had. And in the depths of all these thoughts and memories had been Riku. His own recent tangle of memories that had lined up, the things he'd remembered and her own hinting through gesture and even the way she looked at him. He couldn't be certain and odds are, he'd never know. But when he thought things through carefully and then thinking about how much else in both Sora and his own travels that had turned out to be metaphor for something else, Roxas was willing to bet that what he'd been fighting was the guilt she carried as her own personal burden. Or something like that. It was just a guess.
The point was, whatever he'd fought was at least part of Xion.
All of which made it all the easier when he saw her grip slip away from his. Without build-up or any delay, he gripped the edge of the ground cracking and crumbling beneath him and pulled himself over the edge enough to plummet after her.
Falling into the dark, his eyes searched for her, his hand outstretched in case he would touch her before seeing her. And strangely, he didn't feel afraid at all.]
Oh very much so.
He'd gone into Xion's mind -or heart or whatever it was that they had. And in the depths of all these thoughts and memories had been Riku. His own recent tangle of memories that had lined up, the things he'd remembered and her own hinting through gesture and even the way she looked at him. He couldn't be certain and odds are, he'd never know. But when he thought things through carefully and then thinking about how much else in both Sora and his own travels that had turned out to be metaphor for something else, Roxas was willing to bet that what he'd been fighting was the guilt she carried as her own personal burden. Or something like that. It was just a guess.
The point was, whatever he'd fought was at least part of Xion.
All of which made it all the easier when he saw her grip slip away from his. Without build-up or any delay, he gripped the edge of the ground cracking and crumbling beneath him and pulled himself over the edge enough to plummet after her.
Falling into the dark, his eyes searched for her, his hand outstretched in case he would touch her before seeing her. And strangely, he didn't feel afraid at all.]