[His voice is less harsh now.]

CALLING: Vakarian, Garrus

It doesn't. It never does.

[He takes a breath.]

At the end of the day, you can't control what happens with or to others, not here. All you can do is make the right choices for yourself and those that matter to you. You've got control over you. Nobody else.

CALLING: ROXAS

[ He doesn't even know how to explain that he has never gotten to control his own destiny without sounding like he's making excuses. So he's quiet again for a moment before murmuring, ]

Could I please leave my patrol tomorrow to go talk to Xion. I don't... want her to find out he's here like I did.

CALLING: Vakarian, Garrus

Yes. You two are close, looks like?

CALLING: ROXAS

She's my best friend. [ He does not explain that she's a Replica of him. ] She died, in my arms.

[ His tone is very matter-of-fact, not expecting any kind of reaction or condolence, but wanting to make it clear just how much this girl means to him. ]

[His best friend died too, but somewhere that Garrus couldn't back her up. He still regrets not being there.]

CALLING: Vakarian, Garrus

Take your time, then. Don't just dump it on her. And consider it as a break, too. Get your head on straight.

CALLING: ROXAS

[ Quiet again. He doesn't know if it's head so much as his heart... ]

Okay. [ And because he is in fact a nice kid, ] Sorry for the trouble.

CALLING: Vakarian, Garrus

Don't tell me that. Show me that. By not getting the both of us killed.

CALLING: ROXAS

I will.