[He felt it. Just before he landed that strike, something he said or did registered. On the inside, he was elated -though he dared not show it. The stranger that looked like him was right.

Roxas landed in a crouch not far from his opponent, paying her growls no mind as he rose to his feet.]

So if you made this choice, then why'd you choose this?

[He gestures around at the battlefield devastated around them, taking the opportunity and visually confirming that in all of the mess, his charge was still in no worse shape than he'd left her.]

Doing it this way makes us no better than the people we were fooled into working with!

[Roxas returns to a defensive posture, ready for both more insults and attacks, figuring he'll let her chew on that for a little while.]