And there it was. But which problem exactly did Roxas want to mention, if any? His gripe over the way things were going and the way the threat, whoever or whatever it was, was hiding out was a gripe everyone probably shared.
His other concerns... well, there was what was stirred when he let someone talk him into playing that damned game. That had definitely been bothering him. Some of the scenes hit so hard there was no question that the event had happened... like Axel's brilliant idea of following Pete in Agrabah that one day or Lock, Shock and Barrel and their goddamn pumpkin bombs. The scenes from the game had prodded his memory hard and he knew those events had happened. But then there were things that just. didn't. happen. For some of the scenes where he couldn't remember the events even seeing them reenacted, they still stirred something in him. But for others, such as pretty much any interaction with this 'Nobody' named Xion, he drew a complete blank. The game's revelation that Xion had in fact been a replica of Sora and wouldn't even be remember because what she was made of was there to be remembered just seemed like a way to explain why no one knew who the hell she was and really had no effect on him... or had it? One of his problems, though rare, was unexplained night terrors with no explanation whatsoever and not even the faintest scrap of a memory of what had driven him so forcibly from sleep. All he knew when he awoke was a crushing feeling that something was wrong, something was going down that he couldn't do anything about. He'd been sick in the days leading up to his fight with and capture by Riku and had been attributing his blurred memories of those days to his illness. Was there more to it?
Now how did he convey this to Sora without depressing him or making him worry too much?
"Okay, it's not 'nothing' but I don't really know where to start," Roxas said quietly, not looking at Sora, "I actually didn't think it was what was really bugging me. I thought it was other stuff, but... damn, I don't even know." That last bit was said with a bit more force than it probably should have been, but it was starting to get to him.
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His other concerns... well, there was what was stirred when he let someone talk him into playing that damned game. That had definitely been bothering him. Some of the scenes hit so hard there was no question that the event had happened... like Axel's brilliant idea of following Pete in Agrabah that one day or Lock, Shock and Barrel and their goddamn pumpkin bombs. The scenes from the game had prodded his memory hard and he knew those events had happened. But then there were things that just. didn't. happen. For some of the scenes where he couldn't remember the events even seeing them reenacted, they still stirred something in him. But for others, such as pretty much any interaction with this 'Nobody' named Xion, he drew a complete blank. The game's revelation that Xion had in fact been a replica of Sora and wouldn't even be remember because what she was made of was there to be remembered just seemed like a way to explain why no one knew who the hell she was and really had no effect on him... or had it? One of his problems, though rare, was unexplained night terrors with no explanation whatsoever and not even the faintest scrap of a memory of what had driven him so forcibly from sleep. All he knew when he awoke was a crushing feeling that something was wrong, something was going down that he couldn't do anything about. He'd been sick in the days leading up to his fight with and capture by Riku and had been attributing his blurred memories of those days to his illness. Was there more to it?
Now how did he convey this to Sora without depressing him or making him worry too much?
"Okay, it's not 'nothing' but I don't really know where to start," Roxas said quietly, not looking at Sora, "I actually didn't think it was what was really bugging me. I thought it was other stuff, but... damn, I don't even know." That last bit was said with a bit more force than it probably should have been, but it was starting to get to him.