the spark that was called "Roxas" sinks further and further down into Sora's heart, surrounded by nothing but the darkness all around and the bright glow of stained glass below. it's warm; a warmth that invites, envelops--
suffocates. Roxas is suffocating.
he's not so deep yet that he can't feel what's going on outside, can't sense what Sora is hearing and seeing in fits and starts and flashes. that's the sound of the trams on the common rolling past. that's the dart board in the usual spot. that's the street to Station Heights that he's running up -
except that he isn't running. he'll never run again. Roxas will never have a body again. he is a collection of thoughts and memories made using a borrowed heart, and maybe-- maybe soon, he won't even be that anymore.
4-8 [ for Ven ]
back where he came from.
the spark that was called "Roxas" sinks further and further down into Sora's heart, surrounded by nothing but the darkness all around and the bright glow of stained glass below. it's warm; a warmth that invites, envelops--
suffocates. Roxas is suffocating.
he's not so deep yet that he can't feel what's going on outside, can't sense what Sora is hearing and seeing in fits and starts and flashes. that's the sound of the trams on the common rolling past. that's the dart board in the usual spot. that's the street to Station Heights that he's running up -
except that he isn't running. he'll never run again. Roxas will never have a body again. he is a collection of thoughts and memories made using a borrowed heart, and maybe-- maybe soon, he won't even be that anymore.
Naminé said I won't disappear. but this feels like disappearing - no, worse, like being buried alive. he doesn't feel whole. he can't move, he can't even see, except vague impressions like afterimages from looking too long at the sun.
Sora is getting on a train. he'll never see Twilight Town again.
Roxas shrinks into himself - what "himself" there still is - and feels nothing but thick, heavy hurt. ]
Hayner... Pence... Olette...
[ he never even really knew the real them. and now he never will. ]