There's an odd fog filling the kitchen, emanating from Roxas as he attempts to sort out his feelings, and not let them explode or become too much as is often the case with him. He also needs to find the right words. He doesn't want to start a fight, not now. But he has to say something.

"I don't agree with that! Not anymore. This place, this world, it has nothing to do with the world we were in or the Organization. It's a place where we can start over, and actually allow ourselves to have things. I mean, I've lived here almost four years and I've made friends, had jobs, I even had a girlfriend for a bit.

And maybe it's because I've talked with Sora, and lived with him, but he wants me to live my own life. And honestly, I think he's stupid enough to do anything, even hurt himself, to make that happen and I don't want him to, but I agree with him, at least when it comes to being my own person. He doesn't...He doesn't see me, or us I guess, as part of him, but as individuals. And it's scary but it's how he feels.

So maybe it's all of that but I think that fair is a word that should apply to us. And I think we deserve something, after everything we've been through. And I just know that, even if I don't remember you, it still hurts when you talk like that."

He stands there for a moment, the fog growing thicker for a bit before finally dissipating as he seems to make a decision. He's at the stove for a bit to get the hot chocolate going before turning to the freezer.

There's a bowl of familiar coloured ice cream before her shortly, and Roxas is pouring out the hot chocolate.

"We haven't quite figured out how to get it on a stick yet, but it tastes the same."