[It takes a long time before they have dreams of their own, dreams that aren't just reflections and worries and base elements. Roxas thinks back to the very first dream he knew was just his own- a plain white room, with Sora's memories playing upon the walls. The only real thing that had been his own was a simple, black diary.]
[He had the sinking suspicion that this Roxas wasn't doing much better, right now. They'd never really had a support for...anything. So he would support himself.]
I know. But there's not a lot of answers to our questions.
[He raises a hand to his chin, thinking on it.]
If anything...I think I have more questions now than I did back then. Only one thing's really changed.
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[It takes a long time before they have dreams of their own, dreams that aren't just reflections and worries and base elements. Roxas thinks back to the very first dream he knew was just his own- a plain white room, with Sora's memories playing upon the walls. The only real thing that had been his own was a simple, black diary.]
[He had the sinking suspicion that this Roxas wasn't doing much better, right now. They'd never really had a support for...anything. So he would support himself.]
I know. But there's not a lot of answers to our questions.
[He raises a hand to his chin, thinking on it.]
If anything...I think I have more questions now than I did back then. Only one thing's really changed.