[ The skepticism catches him off guard. It's strange. No matter how much he thinks he's never met this guy before- no, he knows it- ...or does he? His thoughts are scrambling to make sense of anything of this, but in the end, what he does know is that the way the other takes is spoken with recognition. So, where does that leave things?
Think about it.
He's thinking alright. But hearing that just puts further strain on him. Hearing that makes him want to run. Makes him want to call out the names of his friends and make it all go away. But there's no Twilight Town in sight and their names are sudden lost to him. Who are they anyway?
Roxas shakes his head once- and then again. Stubbornly, he looks up at Vanitas. ] Nothing- Listen, I don't know what you're playing at, but that's the truth. [ Take it or leave it. ]
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Think about it.
He's thinking alright. But hearing that just puts further strain on him. Hearing that makes him want to run. Makes him want to call out the names of his friends and make it all go away. But there's no Twilight Town in sight and their names are sudden lost to him. Who are they anyway?
Roxas shakes his head once- and then again. Stubbornly, he looks up at Vanitas. ] Nothing- Listen, I don't know what you're playing at, but that's the truth. [ Take it or leave it. ]