Roxas would've said something about the 'kid' crap, but he really didn't have a valid argument for it. He was physically seventeen, but technically... technically, he didn't like to think about it.

"You're asking someone who was a Nobody once to trust a Nobody," Roxas replied, "Do I have to spell out what's wrong with that?" Not that having been a Nobody was his express reason for not trusting Nobodies. There had also been the fact that pretty much every single other Nobody he had known had been a habitual liar and generally untrustworthy.

He doubted that any promises of release could be trusted and so was not really budged by it. Even if this Nobody was really willing to let him go, his allies were another story.

"You know, kidnapping someone isn't the best way to get them to tell you what you want to know, no matter how stubborn they're being." He sighed. This was going to get nowhere. Never mind knowing how stubborn children could be. Nobodies, driven by the maddening ache of their missing Hearts and a lack of any kind of moral compass, were probably the most stubborn of all. With another sigh, he added, "It may not be worth the trouble. Getting a Heart, that is."