[Oh, he was very well aware the trials he had faced. And there was undoubtedly pity set in his eyes as he watched Roxas shout out in such an enraged state as he was in. He was frustrated. Frustrated and lost and torn. Everything in between. And everything he, himself, knew and understood. He had watched his friend become something he would have never wanted to see just as he had watched his own, feeling so helpless. Useless. Wanting to be there. To protect them, even if in the end his power did nil. Backing out wasn't an option. Not at the cost of his friends.
Never at the cost of his friends. No matter what they became.
His eyes narrowed on Roxas... only to became wide at the sight of the keyblade he suddenly summoned. And then they were scorning it as he summoned his own, Lost Memory, swinging it to the side in his own boiling frustration. But otherwise held fast and ready if only needed to defend himself.]
That thing is her! That one you call a puppet. Her and the other one are all in the same. Both pieces of her!
no subject
Never at the cost of his friends. No matter what they became.
His eyes narrowed on Roxas... only to became wide at the sight of the keyblade he suddenly summoned. And then they were scorning it as he summoned his own, Lost Memory, swinging it to the side in his own boiling frustration. But otherwise held fast and ready if only needed to defend himself.]
That thing is her! That one you call a puppet. Her and the other one are all in the same. Both pieces of her!