♚ IC Contact for Sirens' Pull ♚

[pullsheavendown]

What am I supposed to say to this thing?

[10 seconds pass]

I'm Roxas. This is my phone.

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call; private

[pullsheavendown]

I'm sorry.

[His voice is quiet, small. And full of regret.]

I would tell you everything I know if I could, but it isn't my story to tell.

[And he'd promised Terra he wouldn't--promised not to tell part of it, at least. Ten years, he'd said. Ten years without control of his own body and heart, thinking all that time that his friends were lost to him. Roxas can't even imagine what that's like, but he does know something about loss.]

Something really bad happened. Terra didn't do anything wrong, but everything got complicated. Especially after last spring. It's just hard for him.

call; private

[rainprism]

[There's a long pause on her end of the NV following Roxas's response ... almost too long. It's likely she's turning his phrases over and over in her mind, weighing her options ... making a decision.

It's enough. She shouldn't ask any more questions. Not about Terra or anyone else.

Finally -- ]

No ... don't apologize. Thank you for your help. This ... means a lot to me.

[Her voice has taken on a defeated tone ... hollow, perhaps. But if it isn't exactly emotive, it is polite.]

We'll talk more some other time. [An opening for him to end the conversation. A signal that she's ready for it to be over herself.] Please take care ... okay?