lThe snow's not stopping. And my hands are getting cold. Probably wouldn't have been a bad idea to get something besides a bed for the place. I'm not going to the library again, and I'm running out of things to do.
[private | moderately tough to hack]
Guess I should have tried the network first. So this is...
him. The other Roxas. And
another one before him, too. The ones everybody remembers. I haven't gotten that far into the entries, but--
None of it makes sense. The first one came here two years ago. I didn't even exist then. And - both of them had hearts. Is that what I'd be like if I...?
No. That can't be it. We're nothing alike. They don't sound or think like I do -- they're not even happy. What's the point of gaining a heart if you end up like that? It's just another way to disappear.
I was right. They're his friends.
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This stupid storm. I need to get out of here.
How can someone tell the difference between a curse and a change in the City conditions?
(ooc: Links are IC and strikes are viewable with effort. Roxas thinks it's all private and/or erased, though.)