[Sora nods, a whisper of a laugh.] It's what keyblades are for, right?
[Roxas ... doesn't look a day older than fifteen. Like someone's just ripped him from his memories, and set him down in front of him. He's the same; Like the day he woke up and found Roxas. Everything hurts; nothing's felt this bad before. But he can't stop smiling. He's tried to see Roxas again for so long, tried so many things.]
[There are scratching noises, inhuman footsteps in the distance, flashes of yellow outside all the windows. But he's smiling so much. Feels like it'll never go away.]
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[Roxas ... doesn't look a day older than fifteen. Like someone's just ripped him from his memories, and set him down in front of him. He's the same; Like the day he woke up and found Roxas. Everything hurts; nothing's felt this bad before. But he can't stop smiling. He's tried to see Roxas again for so long, tried so many things.]
[There are scratching noises, inhuman footsteps in the distance, flashes of yellow outside all the windows. But he's smiling so much. Feels like it'll never go away.]
You know what's kinda funny?