[ D’Artagnan hadn’t expected it to be anything good. This is far more than he could have guessed. For a moment he just stares at Roxas.

He cannot possibly tell him that it was wrong to react to something like that. Anyone would have. He would have, he knows he would. So he nods, and then turns, lifting two blunted swords. ]

Then he deserved it. He deserved what you did to him and more. Don’t think that I don’t believe that.

[ A breath, and then he looks at Roxas. ]

You can’t think with your heart instead of your head. If you hurt him here, you’ll be the one to suffer for it. You or your friends. The man who hurt you like that is not worth that. I’ve been where you are, Roxas. You have to think with your head.

[ He holds out one of the swords. ]

So get it out. All of the anger. Don’t hit him, hit me. That’s why we’re here.