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Yes, I'm back. No, I didn't die. I didn't leave the city. It doesn't matter now, but if anyone could tell me what all happened these past few days...other than those dark monsters...I'd be grateful.

Prince, Konan... Maybe you two can fill me in? Ada, can I talk to you too? You didn't think I'd forget to say hi, did you?

Oh. And I didn't forget. Happy Birthday, Naminé.

[Private to Terra]

I'm sorry about the other morning, running out. I need to talk to you...about what happened to me, and about something else.

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I don't understand. Zexion told me I'm important still, but it's fine for them to lock me away? At least I made copies of those notes. I should have been more careful about them. I'll lock them here next time and burn the papers.

He acts like I'm nothing, or like I'm just a kid. Then he's thanking me and asking me to help him...

Why do I feel like this has all happened before? That look in his face was just like...

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No one told me that... I don't think. I'll have to find something for her.

You stole from the abomination?

... On the floor?

You could always make her something.

Yeah, when he left some months back. I thought he had something and I was right.

[Um...] Is everything okay with you? You're not...hurt or anything, right?

I'm not good with crafts.

He was... angry with you? For taking his papers?

[Oh, please.] I'm doing sit-ups. Why? Are you coming over?

Well, you could always... Yeah, maybe finding a gift for her is better.

Saix was the angry one. I didn't even see Xemnas until I left. I've never seen him angry before, if he even can be.

...Yeah, I am, if that's okay.

I could always what? What were you thinking?

... I see.

Sure, that's fine.

I was going to tell you to make a charm for her, or something.

Okay. I'll be over in just a minute.

[A soft "oh" is all he responds with before resuming his exercises.]

...What's wrong?

Nothing.

[He says nothing to rebuff him, but instead heads over, knocking on the door before entering. He smiles when Oro nearly pounces him, grabbing him and ruffling his coat.]

Hey, boy. Helping him?

["I'm trying, my boy, but he's just sitting there going up and down and up and down. I don't get it." And sure enough, Terra hasn't let up on his sit-ups.]

More like trying to get in my way.

[Folds his hands behind his head, looking over at Roxas.]

What did you want to talk about?

[He smiles and presses his face to the wolf's fur in greeting, letting him hop down as he goes over to Terra. He sits near him, putting enough space between them so he's not interrupting or getting in the way.]

Nah, he wants to help. Add some weight to you.

[He pats the surface of the floor until Oro sits obediently beside him, but any attempts at "Lay down" go unheard.]

I wanted to talk to you about something I found the other day. About...you reminding yourself of your name.

[Terra focuses his attention straight ahead, his gaze panning from the ceiling to the bed on the far side of the room as he lifts himself up. He spares Roxas another glance as he drops back to the ground.]

He's being a nuisance, regardless of what his intentions are.

[And up again- except this time he stops and sits straight. It takes just a moment for realization to set in, but once it does, his expression goes sour.]

What?

[Oro acts like he has no idea what Terra's saying, tongue rolling out of his mouth and panting happily. Roxas smiles at the wolf, then at Terra.]

Aw, don't hurt his feelings.

[Terra's expression immediately makes him regret saying anything, but instead of dropping the subject, he's pulling out his communicator and fumbling through it to find the post he means. The password is simple enough.]

It's here...somewhere. You told yourself your name. Oh, here it is.

[He holds it out to him, screen facing him.]

[Terra all but bristles at his entry shown on the screen. How can Roxas be so casual about this? Doesn't he, doesn't anyone understand the concept of privacy? It's not as though he spends his time trying to break into others' locked messages.]

What makes you think that's any of your business?

[The older Keybearer grits his teeth, thoroughly offended by the intrusion and a touch embarrassed by his own lack of coding skills. A hard slap with the back of his hand knocks the communicator to the floor.]

I don't think it's my business unless you're- Hey!

[The communicator clatters to the floor, unharmed, but Roxas doesn't care about that.]

I was worried about you! And when I looked at the others... [Reports. Notes. They all read so similar to the papers he had held in his hands not a month before.] I didn't know what to think. I thought something was wrong!

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