[Roxas pauses upon hearing a familiar voice, so abrupt and precise as to be unnatural. But then, that's what he's accustomed to, even if others aren't.
Lowering his weapons, sharp ends pointed toward the grassy terrain, Roxas turns to face the owner of that voice]
Terra, right? [Not that he need ask. He hasn't forgotten] The others aren't awake.
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Lowering his weapons, sharp ends pointed toward the grassy terrain, Roxas turns to face the owner of that voice]
Terra, right? [Not that he need ask. He hasn't forgotten] The others aren't awake.