[ Roxas is listening, it's always easiest for him to just be quiet for a minute and let the words rattle around in his head (and his heart) for a minute or two. He crouches down when the telusa comes out onto land, looking a little dopey with its steps, heavy tail dragging behind it. He strokes the thing on the head, and finds that relaxing. He thinks about the rainy day on the beach with Tess, where they'd interacted with another school of creatures. ]

Roxas has been... [ He makes a soft little sound, frustrated by the way the words just won't come out of his mouth. ] Different people.

[ A sigh. ]

All the breaks in my memory... feel like other people. I remember doing all the things, but the reasons for doing them seem so far away and stupid and hard to understand.

[ Hindsight is 20/20. ]

Just being me... sounds really simple. But sometimes it's not.