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[cloakanddaikon]

[Outside the mess hall, just as the sun begins to set, there's a Nobody who has, it seemed, managed to find an old-fashioned ice cream churn. Every so often, he pauses to check the thickening pale blue cream inside, adding salt not only to the ice around the central container, but to the ice cream itself]

There. That should about do it.

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[paradigmlost]

[my ice cream senses are tingling]

[cloakanddaikon]

It's a simple interface. Hold it and think of a memory -- you'll know it's active if a world appears on the card.

[paradigmlost]

He has it already?

[cloakanddaikon]

I gave it to him months ago.

There were few indications that you would ever voluntarily wish to talk with me. Apologizing indirectly was the best I could do.

[paradigmlost]

...

[cloakanddaikon]

Roxas.

[paradigmlost]

What?

[cloakanddaikon]

I don't care how much you've changed. Despair doesn't suit you.

[paradigmlost]

It's not despair!!

[cloakanddaikon]

Then don't mourn for a life you haven't yet lost.

[paradigmlost]

What's the difference.

[cloakanddaikon]

Hope.

Even if you feel like you will forget yourself, there are others here who won't let you vanish. You're cared for. Loved. Not just by Axel, but by a whole network of hearts, in this world and in others. Those connections are yours and yours alone, and are no less powerful than the ones that drew your other's heart back from the dark.

[paradigmlost]

........

[cloakanddaikon]

The only way such things will mean nothing is if you let them mean nothing. No one else can make that choice for you, and no one can take it away.

[paradigmlost]

... when did you change?

[cloakanddaikon]

The rest of you had others you could rely on here. I was not so fortunate.