He chokes at the feeling of Roxas's grip on his arm. He's real. He's here. This stupid, stubborn, willful kid that is so much like Sora and yet is so different...
And he knows. He knows through the keyblade, can actually sense the keyblade in Roxas, too. "You...ended up with a heart of your own. That's why, isn't it. Why he's trying to sort everyone out."
If he put himself in Sora's shoes he could see why. It was way too much like Xehanort. How long had it been eating at him...? No use wondering too much, though. It was Sora. Getting him to talk about emotional baggage was like pulling teeth.
Instead he pulled Roxas into a tight hug. So weird, seeing the same face for as long as he had, and seeing it unchanged. Still the same age as when he first met Ventus all those years ago. But he doesn't care. He doesn't care why, or how, just that the one friend he had in the Organization was back with him.
"Knew you'd come back someday...just can't stay away, can you."
The hug is entirely too overwhelming and yet not enough at the same time. His arms came around Lea's body and linked to squeeze him back, clinging to him a little more desperately than he might have were he more adjusted.
"Well, I'm kind of addicted to having a best friend. And sea salt ice cream." Roxas laughed, the noise a happy one because he was so glad to be back. It was then he addressed the rest of it, nodding.
"Yeah. I grew my own heart. I made it myself. I don't know if it's full or perfect yet, but it's there. Sora...Sora's a good guy. He didn't want to trap me if I did that much." Roxas tilted his head back to look at Lea because that jerk was still so much taller than him.
"We got a next life." He said softly. "Thanks to Sora."
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Date: 2015-07-27 05:25 pm (UTC)And he knows. He knows through the keyblade, can actually sense the keyblade in Roxas, too. "You...ended up with a heart of your own. That's why, isn't it. Why he's trying to sort everyone out."
If he put himself in Sora's shoes he could see why. It was way too much like Xehanort. How long had it been eating at him...? No use wondering too much, though. It was Sora. Getting him to talk about emotional baggage was like pulling teeth.
Instead he pulled Roxas into a tight hug. So weird, seeing the same face for as long as he had, and seeing it unchanged. Still the same age as when he first met Ventus all those years ago. But he doesn't care. He doesn't care why, or how, just that the one friend he had in the Organization was back with him.
"Knew you'd come back someday...just can't stay away, can you."
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Date: 2015-08-05 02:29 am (UTC)"Well, I'm kind of addicted to having a best friend. And sea salt ice cream." Roxas laughed, the noise a happy one because he was so glad to be back. It was then he addressed the rest of it, nodding.
"Yeah. I grew my own heart. I made it myself. I don't know if it's full or perfect yet, but it's there. Sora...Sora's a good guy. He didn't want to trap me if I did that much." Roxas tilted his head back to look at Lea because that jerk was still so much taller than him.
"We got a next life." He said softly. "Thanks to Sora."