His hollow gaze lifts to appraise the youth standing before him. Roxas has no face, but that empty tone is familiar. It stirs up something odd in the hollow where his heart should be - the echo of a memory no longer there.
"It was his wish."
Far be it from him to deny Add what he wanted. What he planned. Because everything reaches the end, eventually.
(He was in too much pain. People who suffer.... should be put out of their misery.)
But the matter isn't resolved, is it? There still remains the fact that the assailant is gone.
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His hollow gaze lifts to appraise the youth standing before him. Roxas has no face, but that empty tone is familiar. It stirs up something odd in the hollow where his heart should be - the echo of a memory no longer there.
"It was his wish."
Far be it from him to deny Add what he wanted. What he planned. Because everything reaches the end, eventually.
(He was in too much pain. People who suffer.... should be put out of their misery.)
But the matter isn't resolved, is it? There still remains the fact that the assailant is gone.