[ The boy comes and sits down. His movements are listless and his head droops, sorrow was exhausting. But then, maybe the other man knew a little something about that. ]

Some of it is familiar. [ In a way, he doesn't want Corvo to feel like it's all his fault. The dreams were there before. ] I'm someone else... and when he falls into the water he sinks through the darkness and then I'm really me again, drowning. But then my feet touch something solid and the water is gone and there's doves everywhere.

It's usually... pretty. Stained glass illuminated in the darkness. It hasn't been lately, it's been dark and broken and there's too many Heartless. [ He digs the toe of his boot into the ground, frowning. ] When I fight them all and make my way to the last station, there's one more dark thing huddled in the center.

[ The first time he'd dreamt it, he'd bore down upon it as if it were another enemy only to pull back at the last moment with the realization of whose tiny coat it was. He ducks his head between his shoulders now, staring determinedly at nothing. ]

It's Xion's coat and he tells me I can't save her.

[ Sora's voice, like it always was, because it was patterned out of Sora's dream, Sora's destiny. Something Roxas was never supposed to lay claim to and every attempt to make his own way has ended in tragedy. ]