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Characters: Axel, Roxas
Content: A getaway is made, or something
Location: A way from the ruins of NYU
Time of day: Morning, following this thread
Warnings: None

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He wasn't going to go back. Not now. He'd wanted Russel dead when he'd thought he'd lost Roxas again--now, it didn't matter. It certainly wouldn't improve his situation any to kill the kid, satisfying though it would still have been.

No, what was important now was getting away from civilization, particularly Sora or that Dresden freak of nature.

Axel shrugged moodily, inclined to be short himself. "Thought you were gone. Wanted him dead."

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This was obviously not a satisfactory answer, because Roxas only glared more, seeming genuinely angry rather than just annoyed that Axel had been about to do something stupid.

"Do you want the whole of Manhattan after you or something? They would've killed you!"

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"What the hell would it have mattered?" Axel demanded derisively. "They're after me anyway. Should've known the brat wouldn't keep his mouth shut..."

Aware that nothing he'd said really addressed the point, he walked on, brooding in silence.

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Roxas gave an exasperated huff and picked up his pace a little to overtake Axel, glowering at the road in front of him. He, too, was silent for a long time, but he apparently couldn't totally contain his frustration, because eventually he spat out, "What would it have mattered if you died?" He turned to look at Axel, disbelieving, angry, but searching - trying to find a way to understand, and furious that he couldn't. "Seriously?"

Axel had died before, of course. Roxas had watched him fade. And he hadn't understood that, either - he just avoided thinking about it because it meant confronting the fact that it made him upset.