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pullsheavendown) wrote2010-03-18 06:46 pm
pullsheavendown) wrote2010-03-18 06:46 pm
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♚ IC Contact for Sirens' Pull ♚
What am I supposed to say to this thing?
[10 seconds pass]
I'm Roxas. This is my phone.
[10 seconds pass]
I'm Roxas. This is my phone.
call; private
[He sounds distressed now, half-panicked, and deeply worried.]
I told you, he's a liar. You can't trust anything he says. And he's still our enemy, no matter what—the only reason we haven't taken him out for good is because in a world like this, that might not even be possible. He's not still walking around because I've forgiven him.
[Bitterrrrrr.]
Besides...I don't even know how much he remembers.
You shouldn't have to go to him for information.
call; private
The truth of the matter is that she knows just how easily that man slides lies into a conversation -- taking into consideration how their very first conversation went. The memory stirs a frown to her features, but ... a thoughtful one.
It's easily decided that soliciting Xemnas for information ought to be a last resort. But is asking Terra directly really the ... stable thing to do? If she thought so, she might not be so quick to see what Roxas knows. It just made so much sense to come to someone who's been in the Port for a long time ... and who knows much more than she knows.
Then again, he's never been this evasive before.]
I didn't mean to upset you. [Here she goes ... apologizing again.] It's better than it was, but ... still. I just feel like I'm ... not seeing the big picture just yet. Like there's something missing.
[Something missing that no one wants to tell her. A sigh of frustration comes and goes.
There's no other option, realistically. She has to ask Terra.
Even if it means another blow-up, another outburst, a brand new fight. Putting his friend on the spot should not have been -- should not have to have been -- the first thing she did.]
... I'll get this sorted out some other way.
call; private
[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
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?