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[feeling along walls, trying to get somewhere, and promptly runs into one. There's a moment where he draws in a slow breath, looking like he's trying to calm himself, and then abruptly, he slams his fists into the walls. One fist barely makes a dent, the other, punching steady holes in that heal, even if he can't see it. He doesn't know where he is, or what room it is, but when he's done with the wall, he turns, and trips over something else, and lands hard on the ground, eyes burning with tears. He doesn't get up for a long moment, but when he does, he simply shoves the couch against the wall, listening to it crack and break.]

I hate this.

[whispers it, and deflates abruptly, shoulders shaking]

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[jerks back, trying to twist away, and realizes too late he might hit the other]

Stop, don't touch me --!

[Catches Sora's arm in his face and gets knocked back a little. That definitely hurt.]

I wasn't going to hurt you, Sora! [Sounds a bit irritated from his new position down on the floor.]

I don't know that!

[trying to back away, groping for the wall again]

[Grumbles under his breath for a few moments, seriously considering just walking away.

But he knows that he can't do that. Sighs and gets back to his feet, though he's staying well out of Sora's reach for the moment.]

What can I do to prove it to you?

[rests his forehead on the wall, sighing softly]

Why do you people keep wanting to prove that..?

Maybe because it seems like you could use a little proving to that you can actually trust some people around here.

[just looks very, very tired, sighing softly]

I'm going to trust the wrong person someday.

[Doesn't really know how to reply to this as it's rather discomforting to see a Sora so pessimistic.]

That's why it's called trust, I guess.

[just nods a bit]

I did it once already.

[oh-so-quiet]I'm so tired of this.

[Just sighs, not willing to press the issue further.]

Do you want something to eat or drink? Do you need to sleep or anything like that?

Just. An empty room. I don't know where I am.

Okay. I can help there. I think maybe a bedroom will work.

[hesitates]

How do we want to do this? [He really isn't in the mood to get whacked again.]

[Swings his head up]

I can walk, okay? I'm not a child.

[Clamps down on a few choice words at Sora's misunderstanding of his intentions.]

I know that. [There still is an annoyed tone to his voice, though.]

I meant, do you want me to keep talking, and you can follow the sound of my voice, or what?

I don't...

I'm sorry.

[rubs his eyes a bit, exhaling]

I'm sorry.

[Shakes his head, his voice softening.]

It's okay. Just -- put your right hand on the wall next to you, and I'll talk you through it, all right?

[nods; he doesn't need enemies in this place, only friends]

Okay.

[does so]

Okay. You're in one of the bigger rooms that I've seen here. If this place were a house, this would be like a living room. There's a TV and a coffee table and some sitting chairs and two couches in here. I think you've already met one of the couches, though. [The last sentence is spoken a little dryly, but not meanly.]

Once we walk out of here, we'll be in the main hallway, and then we'll head left down a smaller hallway and find you a bedroom.

Sound good?

It was a stupid couch anyway.

[attempts the joke, sighing softly. He stands straight, hand on the wall, swallowing]

And ugly too. I certainly won't miss it. [Roxas looks down at the remains of the garishly colored couch and chuckles encouragingly.]

So walk forward about two steps and then walk around the table -- it's about knee high -- and then you'll be able to feel the wall again.

I wouldn't know.

[does so, groping for the wall, sighing]

Okay?

[Thinks about it and tries to come up with comparison that Sora would be able to understand without being able to actually see the couch.] Well, if the colors of this couch were sounds, it'd sound like fingernails on a chalkboard.

[Walks at arms length beside Sora, making sure that his footsteps are deliberate so that Sora can hear him.]

A few more steps and you'll feel the opening from this room to the hallway.

[is thankful for the help, slowly, slowly making his way, feet hesitant, arms and hands groping until he's at the hallway]

...A...Alright.

Good. Now we're going to go left down the main hallway. It's kind of long, but if you just stay close to the wall, I'll stay on your other side, and it should be okay.

Okay. Th-thank you.

[leads himself along the wall, sighing]