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[twilightfell]

[There Sphere starts out just an inch or two above the floor, where it landed when Roxas knocked it off his desk. It now floats lazily into the air, slowly bringing Roxas into view. He's facing away, and he's got no shirt on. And, for once in a blue moon, he's slowly peeling off the bandages he customarily keeps wrapped around his upper torso at

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[dawn_is_coming]

...Roxas?

Heh.

Should've known you would have one, too.

[twilightfell]

[with a dull, mechanical inflection to his voice] And why wouldn't I have one? I was a Keyblader. It doesn't make much difference to me.

[dawn_is_coming]

[this has not been a good day for our intrepid hero. Sora shakes his head, hard]

But you're not theirs.

[twilightfell]

No, I'm not.

[dawn_is_coming]

You never were theirs. You're your own person, Roxas.

[twilightfell]

[Roxas just watches him evenly, calmly.]

Who are you reassuring?

[dawn_is_coming]

You?

[twilightfell]

I know all those things, Sora. I left the Organization of my own free will. I haven't been "theirs" for years. [quietly, almost gently] I didn't need to be reminded of those facts.

[dawn_is_coming]

[Sora's voice has a possessive edge to it, but it isn't an aggressive one. If anything, it's one of pride, stubbornness]

If you're gonna be anyone's, you're mine. That stupid crown doesn't mean anything.

Not really.

[twilightfell]

[that makes his eyebrows shoot into his hair]

... "yours," huh..?

[he's silent for a long moment, then gives a single very quiet laugh.]

If you say so.

[dawn_is_coming]

Yeah. 'Cause I'm free, you're free. Two halves, right?

[twilightfell]

... of one whole. Yeah, sure.

Sora .. I'm not going anywhere, alright? Just. Don't worry about it.