[ Roxas mulls the answer over. It really doesn't satisfy him, at all. He could respond to every piece of it with why. But why, but why, but why. Maybe it's just better that he doesn't understand, maybe it's part of his charm, inherited off of Sora, that such cruelty is beyond his scope of reasoning.
He purses his lips, shaking his head as if to shake all the ugly thoughts right out of his head. ]
It wasn't right.
[ It feels appropriate to assert that one more time, even if he hadn't been challenged on the fact at all. Maybe because it is the whole basis for the reason he's here talking to a man he hates. ]
... I hope you can recover quickly.
[ His tone is a little sour, not dishonest precisely but... well. They're not friends. That sourness is as far as they're going to get today, and Roxas gives him one more frowning look before hurriedly excusing himself from the situation. ]
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He purses his lips, shaking his head as if to shake all the ugly thoughts right out of his head. ]
It wasn't right.
[ It feels appropriate to assert that one more time, even if he hadn't been challenged on the fact at all. Maybe because it is the whole basis for the reason he's here talking to a man he hates. ]
... I hope you can recover quickly.
[ His tone is a little sour, not dishonest precisely but... well. They're not friends. That sourness is as far as they're going to get today, and Roxas gives him one more frowning look before hurriedly excusing himself from the situation. ]