[Axel should feel lucky. Roxas is one of those gods who hates that mode of transport. No, he would literally run. Before that thought even occurs to him, those words stop Roxas.

That. No. Roxas narrows his eyes at his friend. Screw that nagging feeling. Now he's mad. At the Heavens. At Axel. At everything. Who cares if this is a mistake, he can't help himself now.]

You think I want that? Do you think I like not having my best friend remember me? I hate it! I hate that you don't remember every mission we went on, those times we went to the clock tower to eat ice cream. How you died wanting to see me again? I hate it all!