[ It would’ve been enough just to hear that he remembers. But the promise he recounts is both good news and bad in one: Good, because it is something he said; bad, because it’s not the one Axel recalls specifically, about meeting again in the next life. About Roxas waiting there for him.
Jade eyes squint for a moment, as though he might inquire, but he’s diverted instead by the next query. The last thing he remembers...
...is something he wishes he didn’t.
His face doesn’t show it, of course, (or so he thinks), but something inside him harshly balks at a full retelling, so he keeps it short. Skip the details; it isn’t like he’s got to give a full report to a superior or anything. ]
Twilight Town. [ He answers, speech short, almost clipped-sounding -- especially in contrast to moments ago. But because that’s a relatively vague answer in and of itself, after a moment he appends-- ] ...After you left.
[ There. That should be enough. There’s no need to go into further detail than that. And he won’t, unless Roxas asks.
But this, unlike any others before, is a very uncomfortable silence they settle into. Furthermore, as beachy landscape turns back to proper civilization again, Axel’s feet begin to leave visible footprints behind on the pavement, as though he’s scorching the ground with every step. Nearby plants turn down and away from him, their edges browning as though from excess heat. ]
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Jade eyes squint for a moment, as though he might inquire, but he’s diverted instead by the next query. The last thing he remembers...
...is something he wishes he didn’t.
His face doesn’t show it, of course, (or so he thinks), but something inside him harshly balks at a full retelling, so he keeps it short. Skip the details; it isn’t like he’s got to give a full report to a superior or anything. ]
Twilight Town. [ He answers, speech short, almost clipped-sounding -- especially in contrast to moments ago. But because that’s a relatively vague answer in and of itself, after a moment he appends-- ] ...After you left.
[ There. That should be enough. There’s no need to go into further detail than that. And he won’t, unless Roxas asks.
But this, unlike any others before, is a very uncomfortable silence they settle into. Furthermore, as beachy landscape turns back to proper civilization again, Axel’s feet begin to leave visible footprints behind on the pavement, as though he’s scorching the ground with every step. Nearby plants turn down and away from him, their edges browning as though from excess heat. ]