[it doesn't take much for roxas to realize just how terrible this feels.
"of course i do," she says, as if it's really natural that they should know one another. but to roxas, she's a stranger. he can't recall ever seeing her or hearing her voice, let alone there being a name to go along with it.
how do they know each other? when did they meet, and in what world? it couldn't be that she was a member of the organization, but he's sure he never met her on other missions. could it be like that other time—a world he never remembered going to, and memories he couldn't recall? roxas really isn't sure.
he does, though, narrow his eyes to look at her more closely, as if looking at naminé continuously will somehow trigger some memory that lurks well beneath the surface. they don't, of course, and the feeling in the put of his stomach is a sinking one. his expression shifts; it's equal parts disappointment and frustration as he shakes his head.]
I... don't remember you. [he pauses, letting out a sigh.] Sorry.
[he's apologetic, because... she seems nice. even just from what he can see right now, just from looking at her—he gets the feeling they're supposed to be friends, or at least friendly. he's been wrong about this kind of thing before, especially with how wary his experiences have made him, but there's something about her that feels inherently familiar, but not in a way that he dislikes.
so he feels a bit bad about the whole thing, and yet at the same time, so unsure of how he should deal it.
and naturally, a little angry that his memories have been tampered with somehow—it's not exactly a realization anyone ever wants to come to.]
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"of course i do," she says, as if it's really natural that they should know one another. but to roxas, she's a stranger. he can't recall ever seeing her or hearing her voice, let alone there being a name to go along with it.
how do they know each other? when did they meet, and in what world? it couldn't be that she was a member of the organization, but he's sure he never met her on other missions. could it be like that other time—a world he never remembered going to, and memories he couldn't recall? roxas really isn't sure.
he does, though, narrow his eyes to look at her more closely, as if looking at naminé continuously will somehow trigger some memory that lurks well beneath the surface. they don't, of course, and the feeling in the put of his stomach is a sinking one. his expression shifts; it's equal parts disappointment and frustration as he shakes his head.]
I... don't remember you. [he pauses, letting out a sigh.] Sorry.
[he's apologetic, because... she seems nice. even just from what he can see right now, just from looking at her—he gets the feeling they're supposed to be friends, or at least friendly. he's been wrong about this kind of thing before, especially with how wary his experiences have made him, but there's something about her that feels inherently familiar, but not in a way that he dislikes.
so he feels a bit bad about the whole thing, and yet at the same time, so unsure of how he should deal it.
and naturally, a little angry that his memories have been tampered with somehow—it's not exactly a realization anyone ever wants to come to.]