there are a lot of things he doesn't understand—especially when it comes to that of people, emotions, feelings, and anything that isn't encoded in him from his training with the organization. he spends a lot of time trying to piecemeal together the things he isn't supposed to understand as a nobody. since coming to cerealia, he's learned about things that would be so simple to others; things like hugs and when to cry, or even how many types of love supposedly exist. but for all of things he's in the dark about, roxas isn't (and can't be) totally oblivious to someone else's pain.
and his words, honest and apologetic as they may have been... they were hurting her. this strange girl that knows him, that he's supposed to know her somehow too. so how can he not need to apologize for that?
in some way, he knows it's not his fault directly; there's someone else pulling the strings. but still, he feels bad about it. she's upset, and in some tangential way, he's the cause of it. but it doesn't really mean roxas is sure what to say or do, either. he wants to get mad, but he can't get mad unless he knows who he needs to be mad about.
how did she knows him? were they friends? what world did they meet on? the questions keep ringing in his mind as his hands clench into fists; he's frustrated at the situation, and also at himself. he doesn't know where to start, or what will make this better.
he doesn't even know her name, but asking doesn't come to mind because there are so many other things to focus on. it's almost overwhelming in a sense, enough that he can feel the twinge of a headache forming. roxas will fight it for now, but only because he needs to press on and start somewhere.]
Were... we friends? [he has to ask before anything else. it's likely another apology will come her way later, but when he can barely make heads or tails of things, he has to go one step at a time. figuring out why she's so sad about it... that's a start, isn't it?]
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that doesn't seem right to him at all.
there are a lot of things he doesn't understand—especially when it comes to that of people, emotions, feelings, and anything that isn't encoded in him from his training with the organization. he spends a lot of time trying to piecemeal together the things he isn't supposed to understand as a nobody. since coming to cerealia, he's learned about things that would be so simple to others; things like hugs and when to cry, or even how many types of love supposedly exist. but for all of things he's in the dark about, roxas isn't (and can't be) totally oblivious to someone else's pain.
and his words, honest and apologetic as they may have been... they were hurting her. this strange girl that knows him, that he's supposed to know her somehow too. so how can he not need to apologize for that?
in some way, he knows it's not his fault directly; there's someone else pulling the strings. but still, he feels bad about it. she's upset, and in some tangential way, he's the cause of it. but it doesn't really mean roxas is sure what to say or do, either. he wants to get mad, but he can't get mad unless he knows who he needs to be mad about.
how did she knows him? were they friends? what world did they meet on? the questions keep ringing in his mind as his hands clench into fists; he's frustrated at the situation, and also at himself. he doesn't know where to start, or what will make this better.
he doesn't even know her name, but asking doesn't come to mind because there are so many other things to focus on. it's almost overwhelming in a sense, enough that he can feel the twinge of a headache forming. roxas will fight it for now, but only because he needs to press on and start somewhere.]
Were... we friends? [he has to ask before anything else. it's likely another apology will come her way later, but when he can barely make heads or tails of things, he has to go one step at a time. figuring out why she's so sad about it... that's a start, isn't it?]