Upon awakening a small sound broke, so faint, so far, he could not tell from whence it came nor what its cause might be. A few moments later the voice of a boy—very diminished and yet unmistakable—came pulsing down the beach. The familiarity of it set the figure in the black coat astir, coaxing the deepest rumble from his throat.)
. . .
(Painful memories were like books with chapters, deep and horrible; all he could do was dissociate from that surge of emotions -- leave them on the shelf to gather dust. To no avail, or so it seemed as it took all but another heart nearby -- a keepsake from a past long dead and buried -- to burst his dam of stoicism.
His frowning brow smoothed out, his eyes blinked open, his lips parted, and at length, rapt with longing, he fixed his golden eyes on a blurred, yellow-haired visage, becoming each moment smaller, more defined. A sense of longing swept over him -- became mirrored in his face. He had at this moment the gaze which came to the eyes of the young when a yearning for closeness, connection and care was strong.)
-- Roxas?
(Rolling onto the side, Xemnas hoisted himself onto an elbow then stared up at the teenager. His new heart sprang shut -- caught between opposing needs: the need for retribution and the need for help.)
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Upon awakening a small sound broke, so faint, so far, he could not tell from whence it came nor what its cause might be. A few moments later the voice of a boy—very diminished and yet unmistakable—came pulsing down the beach. The familiarity of it set the figure in the black coat astir, coaxing the deepest rumble from his throat.)
. . .
(Painful memories were like books with chapters, deep and horrible; all he could do was dissociate from that surge of emotions -- leave them on the shelf to gather dust. To no avail, or so it seemed as it took all but another heart nearby -- a keepsake from a past long dead and buried -- to burst his dam of stoicism.
His frowning brow smoothed out, his eyes blinked open, his lips parted, and at length, rapt with longing, he fixed his golden eyes on a blurred, yellow-haired visage, becoming each moment smaller, more defined. A sense of longing swept over him -- became mirrored in his face. He had at this moment the gaze which came to the eyes of the young when a yearning for closeness, connection and care was strong.)
-- Roxas?
(Rolling onto the side, Xemnas hoisted himself onto an elbow then stared up at the teenager. His new heart sprang shut -- caught between opposing needs: the need for retribution and the need for help.)