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[Appreciably, he wasn't far from Xion when that trail of citrine light rained down toward each of them. He grit his teeth as he dove for her, catching her in his roll and managing to save them both. It was about now that he regretted not having their Other's access to Reflectga -being able to do something to protect his friend indirectly would have done wonders for his offensive options.

He had to get this one out of reach.

Barely having time to lay his friend out so she was at least minimally comfortable, he immediately turned and rushed the Sora!Xion.]

Maybe!

[Close to melee range, his fist crackled with his own lightning as he pointed an accusing finger at his opponent. Whatever there was for a sky boomed as a massive Thundaga blast dropped on their location from above, it's impact sending a scatter of sparks across the ground.

If they evaded or somehow defended, it wouldn't matter. Another Air Slide put him immediately in the range he excelled at as he swung his Keyblade in a wide-arc.]

It's not sure that I'll beat you or not, but you won't touch her again.

[But considering he didn't have that option, what better strategy to exploit that? It certainly provided her with a convenient distraction, definitely putting Roxas at a disadvantage. All the more reason to abuse that convenience.

As the thunder came raining down at the Sorized Xion, she air slid out of the way without much effort. Whatever damage that had seemed to be done to her had all been a sham if her quick reactions told him anything. She didn't even seem all that surprised when he came at her then. In fact, she was grinning smugly as her keyblade flickered and changed right as they clashed, Two Become One giving way to Ultima Weapon.]

Won't touch her? I'll do whatever I want! [Pressing up against his before pushing roughly forward, trying to off balance him.]

[His eyes narrowed as her keyblade changed form. While he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to trust the Xion he'd been putting his life on the line to save, he knew for a fact that if there was a version of her that was his anti-thesis, this was it.

From his standpoint, the shift in weapon told him that wherever this version came from, she likely destroyed Sora as well. Ironically, it was her doing as he'd always believed and claiming the right to exist... but it was different from what he wanted. He wanted a chance to exist, but he didn't want to erase anyone to do so.

In either case, her gestures did nothing to intimidate him. His only concern was that Ultima Weapon was designed to aid in spell craft, which made it clear that she was trying to keep her option of attacking the other Xion open. This just wouldn't do.]

Shut up!

[He just couldn't think of anything else to say.

Roxas took a gamble again. Instead of push and trying to counter-balance, he let himself slip and letting her push forward. At the same moment, he brought Aubade to the ground to keep from falling as he threw a well-aimed punch at the Sorized Xion's chest... a punch laced with his new 'spell in a fist' trick, specifically a Firaga.]

[As Roxas let it follow through, he wasn't the only one with plans. The Sorized Xion already had something in mind herself. Something that came as a blizzaga to counter his firaga. A misty steam engulfed them as the spells canceled out and then Roxas might have felt her reaching to get a good grip on his hand that had conjured it. Trying to twist and break it. Without a doubt, this was a Xion of a whole different mindset. A mindset that he had once witnessed the last time he had seen her back in their world. But there was definitely something more malicious to this Xion. Without a doubt.]

Shut up? Is that all you can say every time you get cornered? Always so dense.

[This was getting tiresome. He was beginning to feel less and less afraid of this Xion winning while growing continually more aggravated with her mouth. It was trying on his patience -he felt angry rather than fearful and he could feel it consuming him.

Not anger at the situation, not even anger at his opponent but anger that Riku -in fact everyone seemed right that he wasn't able to measure up to any of the ambitions he'd laid before him. Simple ambitions. Ambitions that were on the common ground between himself and his Other.

We have come for you, my liege.

For a moment, he wondered if on the steps of his and Xion's impending ruin, he'd begun to go mad. But then the strangest notion occurred to him: nothing was moving -he wasn't even drawing breath. He wondered if this was just some sort of limbo Nobodies saw before they were erased. But then a stray glance to his right brought him face to face with a Nobody, a Samurai-type... one of his.

He blinked, his eyes refocusing and he could seen several of them. Barely translucent in the shadows, all staring at him. Roxas' eyes glanced into the helmet of the one closet to him and rather than seeing or hearing anything, he felt.

In the few hours he'd begun to exist again, he'd been losing himself by concentrating on those common things between himself and Sora. But he'd never stopped to think about the things that made him different and yet still were qualities that could be admirable if used the right way.

He was quicker to anger; the better to lash out at those that hurt the ones he wanted to protect. He wasn't as out-going; the better to listen when people needed it. He didn't have a heart; he could still feel and sympathize. He was a Nobody; his will was stronger because that will defined him in lieu of a heart.

And more importantly, it allowed him to give purpose to those who'd lost all sense of self. To give reason to those whose only surviving instincts were to fight. To use that will to fight, to protect those things that were most important.

He understood.

Time resumed as he struggled to keep from buckling and letting her break his wrist. His grin took on a half-mad quality to it as his eyes met hers.]

AEROGA!

[In an instant, the cyclone kicked up around him. If it provided even a moment's distraction, he would take that; using the gust of air to lift him as he threw both his legs out at the Sorized Xion in a drop kick. Though rather than drop, the wind carried him.

Then if that weren't enough, a quartet of Samurai Nobodies materialized in the arena, two flanking his foe just outside of striking range while the second pair formed a defensive line near the injured Xion.]

[The Sorized Xion didn't seem to even blink at that madness that Roxas bore. Almost as if it were like an old friend. But perhaps it was. Perhaps that had been the same look that he had given her long ago before she had become who she was. Or perhaps she was just that indifferent. It was like anything that made up Xion had long since disappeared. Like that sense of self had given up to this. This power. This vengeance. This scheme of things. So focused. Daring him to try anything. To better her.

And so when that aeroga spell came it wasn't fear that took her features but a smirk- one that held even as she was thrown away and as he summoned some back up. Samurai nobodies, huh? Well. Two could play at that game. If there was ever a doubt that this Xion had ever absorbed him, it was about to be thoroughly crushed. As a samurai nobody of her own making materialized, grabbing her and pulling her aside before that kick could connect. Three more appeared soon after. Easily evening the odds against the ones Roxas had summoned himself as the Sorized Xion hopped back to gain some decent distance, took aim, and Roxas was now going head to head with a sonic blade.]

[In the moment he drifted upward, at least free of his immediate predicament, some part of Roxas had to marvel at what kind of world would have twisted Xion like this. He thought back to less than an hour ago, when he fought Riku and could feel that anger consuming him. Would something like this with himself have been an outcome of that. Well, that was a matter he didn't want to think about.

Admittedly, he'd admit that he was still woefully out-matched here. If she'd just absorbed him, that would have been one thing -an extra Keyblade and some Samurai Nobodies, not much difficulty there. But in absorbing Sora as well, she gained all of his special abilities -abilities that he'd admit were legion compared to his own. It was looking grim indeed.

His eyes drifted closed for a moment. He could feel the world crawling to a stop for a moment as he wordlessly uttered a silent prayer of sorts.

Axel... Xion... I need my friends now. I don't know how -but I need you to help me. I'm fighting for all of us. Somehow, somewhere. I need you to believe in me. And from that, I'll find a way.

Whether the psychological moment to breathe granted it or if somehow his friends responded, it couldn't be said. But he could feel a wave of clarity flooding his senses as he watched the Sonic Blade coming at him. His body twisted as the attack neared, the rain guard of Aubade deflecting the direct hit as he used it for leverage and snapped his leg out in a lightning-fast snap-kick aimed directly at that arrogant smirk.

Whatever happened. Somehow he knew they believed in him. Whether it a trick of his imagination or not, that couldn't be said. But because of that. He wouldn't give up until his body and will were rendered to nothingness.]

[The power of friendship might not have been some literal power. Rather, there was a good chance it didn't physically exist at all. And maybe prayers just fell on deaf ears. But for Roxas to stop and focus as he had, to just narrow down his attention on one thing as he did seemed to art least reap some reward. The kick landed square on the Sorized Xion's face and she was sent flying back- aerial recovering partway, but the hit still hit. She landed lightly on the ground, head down for a moment. But when she finally looked back up, she was just smirking that uncharacteristic smirk. It at least appeared to have done nil.

And in the meantime , the samurai nobodies that she had summoned herself were already on the offensive with the ones he had guarding Xion. Quickly taking to dueling it out with them two on two.

The Sorized Xion heaved an exaggerated sigh and then she was nonchalantly raising her hand and more thunder struck towards him. As she quickly air slid right at him in the meantime. But just as she reached him- she slid into a reversal, attacking him from behind.]

[Blame personal feelings. When he saw that smirk, it reminded him all too much of that same arrogant, self-righteous smirk that Riku wore around him and by Kingdom Hearts did that expression bring his blood to a rolling boil. He didn't care how long he had to spend doing it, but he would see this insult to his friend tumbling across the floor in worse shape than him if it would be the last thing he ever did.

Of course it well might be.

As the mid-air battle continued, the defenders met the Sorized Xion's offensive line head-on, initiating their own dueling stances. Time slowed and in a flash, the numbers thinned out -only a single survivor from each team remained. Not content in the least to let another chance instant leave the injured Xion alone, Roxas' surviving Samurai leaped into melee with the other, blades lashing out at its foe with a furious speed that reflected its master's growing animosity.

Above, Roxas hadn't fared as well. Deft maneuvering dodged the thunder and while he didn't trust the direct charge to be her intended line of assault, he couldn't react quickly enough to her reversal to meet her assault. The first stroke left a searing pain down his back and in that instant, he realized that he wouldn't be able to turn about to defend from the next hit.

So he gambled again as the next hit came in. He turned as well as he could, his Keyblade lashing out to both block the next hit and if he was lucky, interlock the teeth of their weapons. His focus was good, so he confident that the block at least, would have a high success rate. And if it did, he'd have a rude surprise waiting for her; he'd just remembered his technique to immediately counter a blocked hit by freezing the attacker.

From there, just maybe he might be able to turn the tide.]

[That might have been his full intention, but whether or not he would see it through was something questionable. Especially considering how tireless the Sorized Xion seemed to be. A complete sync of herself, Sora, and Roxas where Xion dominated. Perhaps it was the mesh of memories that had turned her out that way. Or maybe it had something to do with Saix. But either way, she was focused and dead set on doing what she had announced she was going to do.

Something that may have been delayed for brief seconds by that block and deflection. Whether it was focus that did it or not, he did get the blade by the teeth. But that didn't stop her from her dirty antics. She was stronger than Xion ever was and it showed- as not only did she not seem effected by the technique but she was now bearing a fist towards his gut.

In the meantime, her own remaining nobodies pursued the ones that had gone to help their comrade, now seizing a three on three melee.]

[His expression soured as he found his gamble didn't pay off anywhere near how he wanted it. And it didn't help that the math he'd been doing in his head just wasn't adding up with her capabilities. Even after absorbing himself and Xion, Sora had never exhibited this degree of strength, that strength he drew from his heart had always manifested as a determination; a relentless drive to always pick himself up no matter how badly he'd been beaten. So the degree of physical strength he was dealing with just confounded and aggravated him.

Not eager to let her potentially reverse his plot, he released his grip on Aubade prompting it to vanish in a flash. The fist would present another problem, but one that his new-found focus would allow him to evade. An evasion that he followed by Gliding off at full speed.

Soulless, heartless and just remnants of will, he still felt some degree of guilt wondering what kind of fates the Samurai he'd summoned suffered. Clear of his opponent for now, he made a dive toward the downed Xion, seeing his lone champion valiantly fending off the assault of three others.

Personal intervention proved to be the best answer as he dove into the melee. With his Keyblade appearing in a flash, he cut the first of the Sorized Xion's down in an instant. His empty hand immediately reached out and seized one of the fallen Nobody's swords while the other was left standing blade-down into the ground.

Hoping to end this skirmish before his true foe could catch up to him, he deftly swept the feet out from the second before impaling it neatly with his Keyblade. In the shock of the situation, his remaining fought with similar conviction... or at least memory of conviction and cut down the last of the other lesser Nobodies.

Leaving Roxas to take up a defensive stance near his friend and the Samurai he'd left to defend her, Keyblade in one hand and sword in the other. He stood there amidst the slightly less than half-dozen or so blades that remained almost like grave markers; the proof of existence to the wills that ultimately were pawns in a greater war. It was particular moments like this that he'd wished he could recall the weapon he'd loaned to his enemy, but it seemed that now it recognized that monster as its master. And he really could not disrupt his concentration to fight a battle of wills against some thing that had already proven he wasn't a match for.

Yes. This was a losing battle. And he was determined that if he was going to go down, it was his choice -his will that he go down fighting. And if there were any justice in the world, whatever afterlife there was for traitors like him, he'd take that Xion with him.]

[When Roxas finally turned back to the Sorized Xion, it was made apparent that she had taken that time for other means rather than chasing after him. And by other means... She had simply vanished. No hint or trace of her. Nothing. It was almost as if she had never been there in the first place with the silence that veiled them.

And as it did, Xion herself seemed to have gain some senses. Weak but there. Eyes still bearing a glazed look. And her voice all but lost. But the fighting within the nobody ranks had roused her at least. She looked to him wearily. Watching. All she could do was watch. And it was definitely... definitely the worst circumstance she had ever felt herself in. There was something to all this... Something very wrong.]

[It was quiet, too quiet. Roxas scanned the area, keeping on the move as his Samurai stood sentry over the downed Xion, neither of them acknowledging that she'd come around.

He didn't trust this at all. His opponent was powerful -more so than anything he'd fought previously. But he'd seen Sora take a stand against Xemnas who easily held the same degree of power in comparison. The only thing making the difference to him between this encounter and that was that back then, Sora had Riku. Here, Roxas stood alone and through the perceived belief that his friends held in him, he believed he had a chance.

That chance felt as if it was growing slimmer by the moment. She'd been toying with him and he'd been pushing with everything he had. There was no telling if he'd be able to stand against her when things got serious... but that same uncertainty told him that he could win if he just stayed alert and kept his thoughts fluid.]

[For a while longer, nothing happened. No movement. Not a blink of sound. Just static. But then there was something across the platform that they stood upon. What at first appeared to be a thunder spell. But that conviction would soon change. For, no, it was brighter and wider. And then another hit closer. And another not even seconds after that. Then silence.

But just as things grew quiet once more, a row of them suddenly came at him and Xion. Large and merciless. And if he thought he had seen the worst of it, he probably didn't anticipate that it was all but a distraction- as just when those pillars drew close, the one itself began to split off randomly in all directions. And to make things worse, pillars began to hit the ground all around them with one big one at coming right down on them.]

[For a moment, Roxas stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights as he tried to comprehend what exactly he was up against. Thankfully, the Samurai was at least somewhat brighter than the normal run; the bonus to being genuinely emotionless was that fear and uncertainty meant absolutely nothing to it. However, it recognized its master and with a prompt shove, moves him out of immediate harm's way as a destructive pillar literally erases it without a trace.

The shove jarred his nerves into working again.

He hastily snatched up the semi-conscious Xion, hefting her across his shoulders before leaping as far up as he could and Gliding again. Deftly, he maneuvered amidst the pillars swerving to the sides and doing his best to keep his passenger with him.

It made him sick to think he was at his opponent's mercy, but he wouldn't yield.

And then a thought game back to mind. He couldn't turn to look at her, but he remembered that he was in the inner world of what he hoped was the Xion on his back. It suddenly made sense why his foe was so strong; she was either some really repressed feelings of dislike she held for Roxas or amidst the memories she recently absorbed, she let in this Xion that was now basically trying to hijack this world... and to his dismay, if that were the case, she was succeeding.]

[As the pillars continued to rain down upon them a while longer, the noise of their impacts became practically deafening. And not only did the sound provide cover but the pillars themselves, too. Which might have explained how the Sorized Xion quickly and easily found herself a way right behind him. She attempted to grab him by the back of the head- and Roxas might have had a slip of the memories, a time when the same had happened to him- no, to someone else. Clad in armor. Frozen. But this was different. Because instead of a blizzaga spell, an electric surge made to tear through him. And Xion, too, if he were still holding her by that time.

Even if he escaped though, he was just in for another vanishing act.]

[The last thought to race through his mind was that it wasn't fair. Selfless as he tended to be, the instant he felt that hand seize on his head, he hurled the Xion on his back clear of him -hoping that perhaps she might come to and find a way to escape.

The electrical shock wasn't as bad as the animosity he was feeling by the time he was ~~well-~~done. He was barely staying conscious, wishing now more than anything that he could just wipe that smirk he knew was on her face. He wasn't fighting it now, he was too tired to fight the pure hatred that certainly must've warped this Xion. At this point, if it meant that somehow she would suffer a thousand times what he did, he didn't care if he was consumed in the process.

Consume?

It dawned on him. She was going to consume him and he had no intent to let his power be used by a monster like her.

His body resisted, but his will drove it to move. In a flash Aubade heeded his call, his hand gripping the weapon by it's blade. Even in the face of death, his expression was a mask of anger and defiance. And then unable to even speak, he plunged the business end into his chest, forcing his body to ensure that the weapon destroyed him.]

[Xion could only gasp, the only sound she could will herself to make as Roxas suddenly threw her from him. She hit the ground roughly as the pillars finally died off, landing on her back facing them to be given a full show, her breath shallow but her eyes wide in panic as she saw the electricity course through him without mercy. And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, Roxas was attempting to remove himself. Permanently. She raised a hand weakly out to him although it barely lifted off the ground.

But things weren't always as they seemed. And if there was ever a crueler time for fate to be unfair as he would call it... At that point? This would be it. Because one moment Aubade was in his hands. But just as he bore it down upon himself, it flickered away in a flash of brilliant light. Another flash signaled its reappearance behind him. In her hand.

She took a fistful of his hair, threateningly close to tearing it out. And then she whispered coolly in his ear:] Until we meet again in the next life. [And then a feeling would grab him. It felt inviting at first... Warm. But then he would start to realize that he was beginning to feel sluggish. His mind, memories and all, becoming almost nauseous. Weakness overtaking him. An endless spiral that was consumption.]

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[A flicker of another one of those fleeting memories past before his eyes as they drifted shut. He saw himself standing somewhere, he wasn't sure. But he knew that despite doing everything he could and saving countless people, the him he saw in that vision had let one person perish and none of the people with him would forgive him.

And he saw in that vision, the mob lynching him to the point where the trauma inflicted actually terminated him. And then, like now, he had no choice as he felt himself vanish -only his lingering resentment being the last thing he felt.

And then in defiance, in having been denied even his chance to take his own life. He hoped his last thought would reach his assailant, because he'd at least have the last word with her.

I hope you see everything I did... and then you'll realize just how worthless you are. Because you threw everything that meant anything to you away. And power won't ease the despair from being alone.

At least he could savor that. Because now? He just stopped caring.]

[Just as the world was going dark for him, just as everything seemed like it would end right there. To some sort of nightmare. Whether a fleeting memory or reality. Just when the end seemed ensured.]

Worthless? But isn't she still your friend?

[And then there was a light. A brilliant glowing light that flickered in his mind's eye. And when it finally gave way, he was standing in nothingness. At first, it seemed that he was at his end. Perhaps this was what it was to be absorbed. But then the voice continued.]

They say even in the deepest darkness, there's a light. It might be weak. But it's there. And no matter who she becomes, it's always there. Inside her. As long as you believe in it, that light will never go out.

[And then he was there. His appearance might be shocking to Roxas. But if the boy seemed to notice this, he didn't act like it. Or maybe he simply already knew. Knew he looked near exactly like the nobody. His clothing was slightly different. And the armored piece on his shoulder was a definite addition. But otherwise, it was the same blond hair and blue eyes. With a bold smile that would mirror his own had he held one, too.]

So what I'm trying to say is, don't give up on her. She needs you. She just forgot, so let's go remind her.

[And he was reaching out his hand to Roxas.]

Come on.

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[This wasn't anything new. When he'd been merged with Sora, he just didn't let himself relax and that seemed to ensure that his will persisted. Just as long as he maintained his sense of self.

He almost snorted in disgust when that voice spoke to him. Roxas still felt indescribably furious, hurt and betrayed all at once -he was in no mood to dignify it with any kind of response.

The Nobody remained silent among the nothingness, listening, but truthfully, not believing the voice's statement in the least. For awhile he continued to ignore the voice, but eventually turned to look at the source. Somehow, he didn't feel the least surprised when it revealed itself to look so much like him. He shook his head, a bitter smile on his face.]

No wonder she absorbed you... you trusted her just like I did. But at least it was just you on the line. My friend, the one our resident monster almost killed, is out there still.

Soon though, I expect she'll join us here.

[He made no attempt to hide the bitterness in his words or tone, his mannerisms reflecting his completely broken beliefs. A gust blew through the nowhere, the setting suddenly shifting as the familiar scene of Twilight Town sprawled out below him.

He sat there, his legs dangling over the edge of his usual place to sit as he looked at the city below -a city that lay consumed in flame and ruin. Thick, black smoke rolled up in huge clouds to the afternoon sky as this inner world of his he'd manifested reflected the damage to the varied aspects that defined him. Even the clock tower they conversed upon looked in terrible shape, though it at least didn't seem to be a blaze like everything below it.

If a Nobody at least had a soul, this was what was left of his.]

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Just me? [He couldn't help but look perplexed at that statement. No. It wasn't. And he knew. But for the time being, he didn't elaborate. Instead, he found himself a seat on the clock tower beside Roxas. Just sitting there. Quiet. Letting him brood as he pleased for just a while longer. Although he definitely wasn't lost to the destruction that Twilight Town seemed to showcase and that made his eyes wince. Finally though. With careful words.]

She might join us. But even if she does, she's still out there, too.

[He's quiet for awhile as he sighs, watching his world burn. If it was one thing that his new prison was making him appreciate, it was that his return to Sora had at least some degree of acceptance. His Other hadn't made it a point to crush his beliefs and hopes -hadn't actually made him hate him. It was a terrible feeling and one that right now, he was willingly letting consume him like the fires down below.

He had nothing else left after all now. Just his resentment and the strange version of himself that she'd devoured. Honestly, it was absolutely mind-boggling how he could be so cheerful. But after awhile, he wondered if even he'd just accept things like that.]

If she joins us, she won't be out there.

I'm not sure how much attention you pay to things, but we're here because that thing, that puppet that's parading around as a twisted doll with my Other's face and my friend's voice ate us!

[There's venom in his voice as he speaks, his animosity clearly audible on his more emphasized words. Especially because he referred to his assailant as a puppet, a term he'd vowed would never be said in reference to his friend.

But then he figures, if he was here like this, then there was nothing left of his friend in his assailant any way.]

But... [He pinched his nose a little in frustration. Trying to think of the right words to say. It was hard to find them, especially with Roxas in the state he was in. He found them leaving him before he could even pull them together to make a tangible sentence. And it aggravated him... but probably not nearly as much as the situation Roxas found himself currently in. Finally, he pulled something out from his pocket, a green star-shaped charm of sorts. And focusing on its structure, his thoughts seemed to fall more fluid.]

I guess... Look at it this way. Don't you think... part of her would still really want to exist? Yeah, I know she doesn't say it, but... [He had seen her. Her hesitance. Her unease. Through his eyes. But even still. He knew that whim all too well. That danger. But yet, underneath, that silent cry. That wish of being, regardless.]

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[Some part of him was really getting tired of this. Clearly, this guy must have been around here for quite some time, because he's guessing that either their captor hadn't been nearly as brutal with him as she'd been with Roxas or she'd devoured him under some better circumstance -maybe he was being terminated as she did so or something. Whatever the circumstance, he was really beyond caring at this point.

Right now, he just wanted to sit there and hope that somehow, setting up shop like this -like how he did in Sora, would cause her some degree of suffering. Though he'd admit that when he did this in his Other, the world actually looked a great deal nicer.

Finally, the stranger's words raised his frustration enough that he leaned back slightly and craned his neck around to at least half-face him. There was a momentary pause as he eyed the trinket -it looked like a Paopao fruit or one of Kairi's charm, so what?]

Yeah, she really wants to exist. And so far she's devoured you, the Sora of your world, me and I have few doubts that the Xion I was protecting out there will be joining us here fairly soon.

So yeah. She wants to exist. And she does so at the expense of whoever most conveniently is around to be consumed. She's no better than Xemnas!

[There was a pause as he caught his breath, the expression of his animosity taking some toll on him.]

No, I can't say that. At least Xemnas just terminated people.

I wouldn't have gotten stuck in a place like this if he'd dealt with me instead.

Just cause I'll be too weirded out once I lose that edit button.

I guess that's true.

Plus I mean, the extra icons are pretty nice.

Hells yeah, they are. @@;; Xion's a muse that it's really nice to have them.

I'd bet.

8D;;; Vergeofgoddingvergeofgoddingwhat.

Heh, it's hard to resist adding some headcanon in to level the playing field.

8} And it's just the beginning, Roxas. Oh-ho~

You should've seen him cringe when he read that

Oh-hoho~ Snap. Man, he just keeps trying. Although he can't be blamed.

Yeah. He's still gonna fight this to the end. You know how Roxae(?) are about joker fights.

True that, I suppose.

It's just not in his nature to throw in the towel when he has reason to keep pushing

He can be pretty damned stubborn, I'll give you that.

But it's one of the reasons that make him a great muse to have.

In some ways, yes.

One of the reasons I'm fond of him anyway.

MAKES IT HARD TO GET PAST A PLOT THOUGH. DFOUDSFH F-FFFF.

Maybe you should structure your plots a little more openly. Just suggesting.

Perhaps. But usually when I can actually think of a plot for once, I feel compelled to follow it.

Talking tiemz

And confusion times apparently.

Time to see how this resolves itself.

Pretty much.

Re: Pretty much.