What is it like to live a life that makes sense? If Roxas ever meets someone who's experienced that, he'll have to ask. It's probably not going to happen any time soon, though.
He nods at Axel's question—Sora hadn't left him any time to notice what's happened outside the station, although he's gotten the sense that something unusual's happened—and smiles faintly at his admission. No, he wouldn't have dared to hope either. When have they ever been that lucky, except today?
"No thanks," he says, chuckling a little. "Even if I wouldn't have noticed, they drew enough dumb faces for a lifetime." Or so Axel had told him later.
(That was Axel, right? Of course it was. Who else would it have been?)
"I don't think it's from being in the pod, though. Because it doesn't really feel that way when I move." He holds his arms forward, lacing his fingers together and flexing. "I think it's more in my head. It's been a while since I was...just me."
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He nods at Axel's question—Sora hadn't left him any time to notice what's happened outside the station, although he's gotten the sense that something unusual's happened—and smiles faintly at his admission. No, he wouldn't have dared to hope either. When have they ever been that lucky, except today?
"No thanks," he says, chuckling a little. "Even if I wouldn't have noticed, they drew enough dumb faces for a lifetime." Or so Axel had told him later.
(That was Axel, right? Of course it was. Who else would it have been?)
"I don't think it's from being in the pod, though. Because it doesn't really feel that way when I move." He holds his arms forward, lacing his fingers together and flexing. "I think it's more in my head. It's been a while since I was...just me."