[ D'Artagnan listens to Roxas talk, while the muscles in his face relax with sympathy. He knows exactly what the boy's talking about. In the end, he reaches to put a hand on his shoulder, and squeezes it. ]

Listen. There's not a man alive who doesn't fear for that. Everyone makes mistakes. Your heart will make you do stupid, ridiculous things, and you'll regret them all after and swear it'll never happen again.

Hearts break too easily. That's the problem with them, but you're still better with one than without. You just have to use your head, too. It doesn't mean you'll never get hurt or you'll never hurt someone else, but maybe it'll help you take the right risks, at the right time.

If you're ever unsure, then talk to someone about it. You can come to me any time. I know Garrus would say the same. We'll be here for you, we're your team. We're not going to leave you alone.

[ It has been a very long time since anyone has said something like that to him. It takes him back to the special place on top of the clock tower, where he had brought all of his troubles to Axel and his friend had done his best to guide him through questions no one ever expected him to experience first hand.

It makes him feel good, comforted assuredly, but the sadness will not leave his thoughts.

He smiles wanly, exhausted with all the trouble he's caused. ]

Thanks. I'll... do better, next time.

[ Because having a team and not being alone is incredibly important. ]

[ D'Artagnan nods at that, and gives him a smile that he hopes is comforting. He doesn't expect this to fix everything for Roxas. He just hopes that it helps, in as much as it can. ]

I know you will.

What's done is done. Don't worry about it. Next time, you'll have us to face it with you.