Roxas doesn't watch Sora leave. A short glance over his shoulder as he goes, that's all. He'll be around if Roxas needs him, he knows that for sure. But right now it needs to be just him and his best friend, and the fact that he can have that at all still leaves him a little overwhelmed even after the shock has faded.

He'd understood that Natha could reach out to save people from different times, but that was a far cry from reaching someone who'd already placed themselves beyond safety by going out in a blaze of stupid, self-sacrificing glory. What's left when a Nobody dies? Nothing. So there would be nothing left to save, or so he'd thought.

He looks at Axel for a moment, and he doesn't know where to start. The last time they'd seen each other, deep in Sora's heart but somehow in Twilight Town at the same time, there hadn't been the need to pick out all the right words. The ones they'd shared hadn't been wrong, but Sora had been waiting for him and there was never, ever going to be enough time for them to say everything they might want to say to each other. Not then. So it had been more important to sit together and share one last sunset before Roxas began to go to sleep in Sora's heart.

Roxas thinks to himself that the next life has come a lot sooner than he expected.

"Hey," he says, quieter now, only a little self-conscious about the drying tear tracks on his face. "Axel."