[He knows this place. Knows how intense the sun can get at it peek, knows how the sand feels beneath his toes; but not because he, himself, had frequented it often. Mostly, his time here relies on Sora's memories, and he knows all the twists and turns, all the nooks and crannies.]
[But the world keeps shuddering, back and forth between beauty and ruin, and it makes Roxas anxious. Makes him think that maybe there's something wrong...]
[The Sora he comes across simply confirms this. He doesn't-]
...Hey.
[Feel right. And yet Roxas sits beside him anyway, staring out at the ocean. Maybe Sora's got something on his mind to share.]
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[But the world keeps shuddering, back and forth between beauty and ruin, and it makes Roxas anxious. Makes him think that maybe there's something wrong...]
[The Sora he comes across simply confirms this. He doesn't-]
...Hey.
[Feel right. And yet Roxas sits beside him anyway, staring out at the ocean. Maybe Sora's got something on his mind to share.]