[ Roxas hesitates at a distance from the man, aware of the miasma surrounding him in a strange visceral way. That was the power of a pretty, pure little heart and even though it is weighted with suffering, it is still that. He suspects a little more strongly that this is the same odd scent that had found him in the depths of his sleep. If it has already touched him... why hesitate. He comes a little closer.
He doesn't quite look at the man, his attention inward on the muttering of his thoughts. At first he's not sure what he wanted to ask in the first place, but then it tumbles out of his mouth, ]
Do you have the dreams too?
[ A question lacking in context, but he suspects he'll be understood. ]
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He doesn't quite look at the man, his attention inward on the muttering of his thoughts. At first he's not sure what he wanted to ask in the first place, but then it tumbles out of his mouth, ]
Do you have the dreams too?
[ A question lacking in context, but he suspects he'll be understood. ]