Roxas' inquiry catches him while he's bent over, reaching for another box. He straightens up halfway, pauses, and then leans back down to continue sorting them. His answer doesn't come right away.]
[That patience will serve him well. Terra takes his time with the boxes, going back and forth, rearranging and stacking. He keeps his eyes averted, not daring to so much as glance in Roxas' direction.]
I guess it must be.
[Halfway through, he stops, brushing his hands off on his hakama. He reaches up to run his fingers of his right hand over the edge of one box.]
[Roxas just watches him. He was halfway prepared to get an "I don't know" as an answer, and he'd probably have believed it, but looking at his friend now, he's not sure he can anymore.]
[Terra watches him approach, his unease hidden behind a mask of nonchalance. He shifts the box so its weight rests on one arm and uses the hand that frees up to pat Roxas' shoulder.]
It was a long time ago.
[He steps away to set the crate down with the others like it.]
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Can I ask you something?
["Sure, Roxas. You just did."]
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["How are you so good at lifting things up and putting them down?"]
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Roxas' inquiry catches him while he's bent over, reaching for another box. He straightens up halfway, pauses, and then leans back down to continue sorting them. His answer doesn't come right away.]
You think he looks like me?
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You have the same face. I didn't see it at first because you don't act the same, and it had been a long time since I saw him. But it's there.
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I guess it must be.
[Halfway through, he stops, brushing his hands off on his hakama. He reaches up to run his fingers of his right hand over the edge of one box.]
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[Roxas just watches him. He was halfway prepared to get an "I don't know" as an answer, and he'd probably have believed it, but looking at his friend now, he's not sure he can anymore.]
Terra?
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If his face looks like mine... it's because it is mine.
[They will care for you no less in knowing the truth, nor will they forsake you. He can only hope Aslan's right.]
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What happened?
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Xehanort took it. My body. [He stares down at another container of coffee, hesitating a second before hefting it up.] And my heart.
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Now he knows.]
When you fought him?
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Moving carefully, he steps closer to rest a tentative hand on Terra's arm. He has no idea what's the right thing to do here.]
I'm so sorry.
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It was a long time ago.
[He steps away to set the crate down with the others like it.]
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