[He holds the blade there a moment, Xemnas' hand closing around his own to help with the deed. His mind is foggy and he's not entirely there, but the gravity of the situation is fresh in his mind. He's going to die, one way or another. To attempt to free his heart shouldn't hurt, and if there's nothing to free... Then he'll just remain until the illness takes him. Right?
Roxas slowly nods, like a sleeper transfixed, and moves the tip of the blade to rest over his chest; light forms and strikes his chest at the heart, and the Nobody flinches at the feel. It leaves him woozy and detached, and something definitely aches there. His grip loosens on the Keyblade in surprise as his other hand finds his chest, resting there briefly as he blinks owlishly, groggily at his own body.
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[He holds the blade there a moment, Xemnas' hand closing around his own to help with the deed. His mind is foggy and he's not entirely there, but the gravity of the situation is fresh in his mind. He's going to die, one way or another. To attempt to free his heart shouldn't hurt, and if there's nothing to free... Then he'll just remain until the illness takes him. Right?
Roxas slowly nods, like a sleeper transfixed, and moves the tip of the blade to rest over his chest; light forms and strikes his chest at the heart, and the Nobody flinches at the feel. It leaves him woozy and detached, and something definitely aches there. His grip loosens on the Keyblade in surprise as his other hand finds his chest, resting there briefly as he blinks owlishly, groggily at his own body.
Was that...his heart?]