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[ it started with soreness behind his eyes that he chalked up to stress, but escalated further. the headache spread, turning from a simple ache to a full-throttle migraine. he's slumped in a chair, the heel of his palm pressing on his right eye. he's got on a too big Organization coat that's clearly not his. ]

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[approaches quietly, stopping in front of Roxas. he reaches out and slides two bare fingers under the boys chin, tilting his head up, his other arm crossed over his chest. without his coat, he's lost the gloves, because they just look stupid without sleeves to cover them. when he speaks, his voice is quiet]

...Tell me what you remember.

[ he wants to snap at him with a 'does this look like a good time?' and play it like he's sick, but Axel's too smart to believe it. by the time his now sensitive eyesight lets him focus on his old friend, he has given in. ]

There's thirteen of us that don't have hearts. I'm the last one... I think. Unless...

[he drops his hand, crossing his other arm over his chest. he almost seems to loom over Roxas with the way he just stands there, looking down at his sitting form]

Unless...?

[his gaze is questioning, uncertain, as if he's not entirely sure he wants to hear the rest]

It's still fuzzy...

[ his palm pushes and presses against his eye, but the pain remains. though Roxas remembers things, his loyalty still seems to lie elsewhere. ]

I want to go home.

[he wants to tell him to try harder, damn it, but he knows that it's not going to help, nor is it going to persuade Roxas that he's any more of a good guy that the blond probably thinks he isn't. the mere mention of home ticks him off a little though, because he's almost sure that the 'home' Roxas is thinking of doesn't involve a castle or a dark city with roaming heartless]

...It'll come.

[ drowning in Axel's coat already, Roxas' slouching gives the coat a chance to swallow him entirely. he figures Axel's done talking and rests his head. ]

My head is killing me.

[Axel isn't really sure how to fix it, how to make Roxas remember without scaring him away. he paces quietly, and after a short stint of silence, he speaks. maybe if he just talks about the Roxas he once knew, it would help..]

...we used to go on missions together, all the time. ..And when we didn't, we'd always meet up at the clock tower afterwards. That was the first thing we did after you became part of the Organization-- watch the sunset from up on the tower.

[ no rest for the weary, Roxas guesses. after this migraine fades, he swears to take a long, possibly day-long nap. ]

I was in Twilight Town from the start, right? After something happened to him-- Sora.

[ beneath the sleeves of the coat, Roxas' hands are balled into fists. suddenly things are making sense. ]

[pauses, turning to glance at Roxas. after a slight hesitation, he nods]

None of this adds up...

[ his mind works against the migraine, racing for answers. nothing is coming. ]

I'm still missing pieces.

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