[He sits with the communicator in his lap, hands clasped around the device and head resting back against the wall. He feels tired and uncomfortable, chest rising and falling, hitching once or twice as it becomes more difficult to breathe.
Roxas lifts his head at the voice, seeing nothing but dark in front of him. For a split second, he half wonders if that's what people were calling the reaper, but he slightly smiles just the same.]
I've died before here. I'm not afr- [He coughs, pressing a hand to his mouth to suppress it.]
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Roxas lifts his head at the voice, seeing nothing but dark in front of him. For a split second, he half wonders if that's what people were calling the reaper, but he slightly smiles just the same.]
I've died before here. I'm not afr- [He coughs, pressing a hand to his mouth to suppress it.]