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[twilightfell]

[After two nights of that insidious voice whispering his crimes in his ear, Roxas is starting to feel it. It's getting bad, now. In the dull, flickering glow of a small fire, Roxas looks .. bad. He's curled up in a heap on the floor, staring blankly into the flames

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[withnowords]

...

[twilightfell]

...

[a long silence, then]

Sorry, Nill.

[withnowords]

...Can't ever help. Am so useless.

[twilightfell]

... we're all stuck, Nill. We've all tried. It's this ship .. not you. You're not .. useless. [not only does he suck at comforting, but he's trying to do it while in a fragile state of his own. it makes him a little less convincing, but hell, he's trying.]

[maidenofblade]

... Roxas. Are you -- [she cuts off, about to say "alright", but it's pretty obvious that no, he's not alright. she trails off and pauses.]

... It's probably not for much longer. [... yeah, good job at being comforting there, Naoto.]

[twilightfell]

[he gives a single, ragged laugh as he collects himself, full of all the irritation he feels at himself for falling apart]

It's fine.

[maidenofblade]

[she's used to stubborn people who insist they're fine, Roxas. :|]

It's not.