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The Tabula Rasa group had stayed in Hollow Bastian. There was an undercurrent of unrest and annoyance. There were people there who were almost like people they knew. Zack, who had settled into a father figure role back on the island, found himself worrying about Roxas more than on refocusing the group.
If he had wanted to think about it, he might have reasoned that the blond man who called himself Cloud looked more like a monster than Roxas. It wouldn't have taken very long to figure out why that left Zack feeling uneasy. All of the talk monsters and heartless just reminded Zack of Angeal.
He was older now, less niave, but perhaps more stubborn, more determined than he had been. Somehow he would have to convince Roxas that he wasn't a monster. It was the only thing that made in this place. Zack would find him. He clung to that thought as he watched and waited and silently hoped that his friend would appear.
If he had wanted to think about it, he might have reasoned that the blond man who called himself Cloud looked more like a monster than Roxas. It wouldn't have taken very long to figure out why that left Zack feeling uneasy. All of the talk monsters and heartless just reminded Zack of Angeal.
He was older now, less niave, but perhaps more stubborn, more determined than he had been. Somehow he would have to convince Roxas that he wasn't a monster. It was the only thing that made in this place. Zack would find him. He clung to that thought as he watched and waited and silently hoped that his friend would appear.