Roxas - Protection Stone
[As soon as Roxas chomps on the fruit, he will experience sudden disorientation, as if suddenly unfamiliar with being inside his body, perhaps not even knowing why he is there or who he is. It lasts for but a moment and then slowly fades... He will suddenly find himself in a place that seems unusually quiet and gray, as though the color were stolen but there remains just enough to suggest that things have been greatly subdued. There are also about three spots in the distance that seem to almost glow with gentle hues of color, soft and welcoming. Too bad, they seem much too far away to reach.
Within the gray is an expansive forest of every tree imaginable and dry, brittle grass that extends to mid-calf. Here and there, one might even spot some faded prints left upon the ground. The sky is equally gray, although not one cloud can be seen. But a dark mist seems to swirl around the forest, not too thick but clearly present.]
Within the gray is an expansive forest of every tree imaginable and dry, brittle grass that extends to mid-calf. Here and there, one might even spot some faded prints left upon the ground. The sky is equally gray, although not one cloud can be seen. But a dark mist seems to swirl around the forest, not too thick but clearly present.]
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[deep slow calm breaths]
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You okay? You seem kind of...
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...Roxas, I...I know you...and Josh and everyone else...want to protect me, I-I know you're not going to believe this, but...there's no point anymore...
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...it's too late. I waited and tried to pretend nothing was wrong for too long, I didn't want to worry you...
I'm sorry.
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Roxas...I know what's happening in my own heart. I know what my chances are, and I'm not going to risk the lives of all my friends on them. All the people I love. They're too slim.
[swallows] Could you...tell Josh I'm sorry? I'm not...I've been a coward about facing him with this...
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Roxas of course I realize that, I'm not stupid--do you think I haven't taken all that into consideration? [this is just kind of a rush, he's clearly not angry at Roxas at all] I know what I need to do. This isn't even about fighting Vanitas, I killed his body and his spirit. But his darkness is still inside me, and in this realm it's been getting much, much worse--
[taking a breath] I've got minutes, Roxas, minutes. I don't know what'll happen when I get brought back, I can only hope it'll buy me some time, because I don't--I don't want to be the X-blade, even if it isn't terrible for Aather and I'm pretty sure it will be, I don't want to live on that way--
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But I would have felt it, if Vanitas was rearing his ugly head.
...Or if you were upset and not telling me. That's what the stupid bond is for. You said it's been getting worse since we got here. [shaking his head]
Something's not right here.
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[shuddering and stumbling to his feet, still holding his keyblade]
I'm sorry. You shouldn't have found me, I didn't want you to find me. Our bond--your bond is with what I was. Ven with the heart all of light. The closer I get to becoming the X-blade, the less you can feel of what's going on deep down inside me. I thought at first that you would notice, but when you didn't...I knew that's what it had to be. You can't share your heart with a weapon, and that's what I'm going to become if I don't stop it.
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I...I knew nobody would believe me...
[> VENTUS? attempts FLEE]
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You still haven't said anything about the fact that I can think of four Personae off the top of my head who could probably help deal with this, if not fix it altogether. And all four would.
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[wheeling on him]
--Roxas let me go you don't want to see this--
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[not that it works, but still...]
And if you think I'd just leave you, you don't know me at all.
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Roxas...
[shrinking back, backing away from him] I didn't...I didn't want it to be like this...I'm sorry...
[he's been holding his keyblade all this time. now he's raising it, holding it with both hands, white-knuckled, teeth turned in towards his heart]
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