[he repeats it back, and it's clear that it's a wholly unfamilar name to him. there's another quiet pause, almost as if roxas is trying to search his own memory for any instance of having heard that name.
of course, he comes up short. nobody in the organization had ever spoken to him with any sort of detail about what happened in castle oblivion. things happened, xion came from there, a bunch of the organization members were destroyed... but that's all he ever found out. so it's not as if he could know she was there, or what her association with him in any sort of tangential way could be. he sighs to himself quietly, arms folding over his chest. why do things like this have to keep happening to him? it's a thought that passes through his mind, edging on frustration. he feels so out of the loop all the time; there are so many things he doesn't know despite the fact that everyone seems to know so much about him.
he thought leaving the organization would change that, but even here in cerealia, where he's not trapped under their thumb, it continues to happen.]
And... The Organization? [it's the other question he needs to ask. he's not really sure he wants to directly say "are you part of the organization," because somehow, it doesn't seem quite right. but he's leery of things, and he needs to know what her ties may be to them. if she is working for xemnas, or saïx, or anyone else—that's important. she's a nobody, and nobodies don't go unaccounted for; roxas knows that much.
he's not sure. he's really not sure what to think at this point, so even the questions he wants to ask are approached with a bit of apprehension. unlike what may have come from naminé's memories, he doesn't have the added frustration of being chased down by the organization, or the implanted memories from DiZ to further change his perceptions or feelings. so he approaches it cautiously, unsure of what to expect.]
no subject
[he repeats it back, and it's clear that it's a wholly unfamilar name to him. there's another quiet pause, almost as if roxas is trying to search his own memory for any instance of having heard that name.
of course, he comes up short. nobody in the organization had ever spoken to him with any sort of detail about what happened in castle oblivion. things happened, xion came from there, a bunch of the organization members were destroyed... but that's all he ever found out. so it's not as if he could know she was there, or what her association with him in any sort of tangential way could be. he sighs to himself quietly, arms folding over his chest. why do things like this have to keep happening to him? it's a thought that passes through his mind, edging on frustration. he feels so out of the loop all the time; there are so many things he doesn't know despite the fact that everyone seems to know so much about him.
he thought leaving the organization would change that, but even here in cerealia, where he's not trapped under their thumb, it continues to happen.]
And... The Organization? [it's the other question he needs to ask. he's not really sure he wants to directly say "are you part of the organization," because somehow, it doesn't seem quite right. but he's leery of things, and he needs to know what her ties may be to them. if she is working for xemnas, or saïx, or anyone else—that's important. she's a nobody, and nobodies don't go unaccounted for; roxas knows that much.
he's not sure. he's really not sure what to think at this point, so even the questions he wants to ask are approached with a bit of apprehension. unlike what may have come from naminé's memories, he doesn't have the added frustration of being chased down by the organization, or the implanted memories from DiZ to further change his perceptions or feelings. so he approaches it cautiously, unsure of what to expect.]