[ A minute tensing at the mention of this "other Roxas," one that he has met already and doesn't know what to think about him, can't even comprehend why this other version of himself is here. It might be all a dream, but why would his dream conjure up another him? Very confusing.
He hesitates in answering, wondering how much of a difference it'll make. ]
..No. He's- [ another pause ] I don't know who he is, but.
[ There are similarities, obvious similarities. Looks and names, almost everything about them is the same. But he knows there are differences; there's a certain light in the other's eyes, something that says the other hasn't gone through exactly the same things that he has. That the other Roxas is accepted while he isn't.
His eyes narrow slightly at the thought. ] He's not me.
[ No matter what anyone says, there will only be one him. ]
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He hesitates in answering, wondering how much of a difference it'll make. ]
..No. He's- [ another pause ] I don't know who he is, but.
[ There are similarities, obvious similarities. Looks and names, almost everything about them is the same. But he knows there are differences; there's a certain light in the other's eyes, something that says the other hasn't gone through exactly the same things that he has. That the other Roxas is accepted while he isn't.
His eyes narrow slightly at the thought. ] He's not me.
[ No matter what anyone says, there will only be one him. ]