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[sitting on a counter in the kitchen. he's found a box of wooden matches. he strikes one, watching it burn right down to his fingers, flinching when it burns him, then drops it to the ground. he repeats the process]

Dad said I'm not allowed to have these....

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[takes the towel and holds it between his burned fingers]

Are you sure?

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[looks away]

...not what I meant.

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[chews his lip]

Are you sure you're not an angel?

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[looks at the burns on his fingers, moving the towel over them]

Roxas should be an angel.

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All of you.

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[swings his feet]

I've been here a week.