[ It makes him feel bad to hear Ansem mentioned. Especially because he knows, in that stupid way he knows things deep down inside himself, that Ansem was one of the recruits kidnapped, knows he's in medical and in pain after having that horrible thing done to him. Roxas didn't wish that on anybody. ]
I thought... [ And here's where he hesitates, and there's a strange tone to his voice. His horror and sorrow is still there, but there's also something steely. Something cold and angry too. ] I could handle it, no matter what.
[ And maybe what he's upset about is his own naivety? Maybe that anger is his determination to continue onwards in a cruel and unfair world that has hurt him more times than it should have by now. ]
I guess I have a lot to learn still.
[ And it would be a delicate balance of learning how to handle the smell of death and not tainting the precious heart he struggled so long to obtain for himself. ]
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I thought... [ And here's where he hesitates, and there's a strange tone to his voice. His horror and sorrow is still there, but there's also something steely. Something cold and angry too. ] I could handle it, no matter what.
[ And maybe what he's upset about is his own naivety? Maybe that anger is his determination to continue onwards in a cruel and unfair world that has hurt him more times than it should have by now. ]
I guess I have a lot to learn still.
[ And it would be a delicate balance of learning how to handle the smell of death and not tainting the precious heart he struggled so long to obtain for himself. ]