"I don't remember what it was like when I was his apprentice...but if was half as much monologue as Xemnas did during Organization meetings." He rubbed his head and shook it as if to clear his thoughts, a headache incoming as several memories jostled for attention on what exactly his opinion was on Xehanort. He was sure he disliked the guy, and thats all that mattered. "No, you're right. He's...probably just crazy." He really hoped so, anyway.
It takes him a full minute to process Vanitas's question, at first looking at him with confusion, then recognition, and then an array of emotions and genuine pain as he tried to process the memory.
See, thats really not, a good memory for Roxas and Ventus to agree on. What Ventus was feeling then, when he'd realized his life was a lie and that he was being set up for something horrible. So horrible that his beloved Master would rather kill him then risk it--It was something Roxas couldn't understand. The acceptance Ventus has felt, how he'd stood there and waited for a blow without even being able to voice a protest, a single, but I didn't know! You never told me!
It's easy for Ventus' narrative of experiences to understand Roxas's desire to fight back--the organization was clearly evil and Roxas lashing out at the ruins of his life is..understandable. But Roxas can't understand accepting something like your own demise without even trying to find another way. To just watch someone solve the problem for you in the worst way possible, standing idly by.
Honestly, he can't even figure out what he thinks of Eraqus.
"Do the same thing with me?" His tone is incredulous. "The what, stabbing in the back? He was rather upfront about it though, wasn't he?" He dragged a hand down his face. "Was that worse...? I, haha. I can't really tell." He's never wanted to talk about something less, discussions of ice cream all but forgotten.
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It takes him a full minute to process Vanitas's question, at first looking at him with confusion, then recognition, and then an array of emotions and genuine pain as he tried to process the memory.
See, thats really not, a good memory for Roxas and Ventus to agree on. What Ventus was feeling then, when he'd realized his life was a lie and that he was being set up for something horrible. So horrible that his beloved Master would rather kill him then risk it--It was something Roxas couldn't understand. The acceptance Ventus has felt, how he'd stood there and waited for a blow without even being able to voice a protest, a single, but I didn't know! You never told me!
It's easy for Ventus' narrative of experiences to understand Roxas's desire to fight back--the organization was clearly evil and Roxas lashing out at the ruins of his life is..understandable. But Roxas can't understand accepting something like your own demise without even trying to find another way. To just watch someone solve the problem for you in the worst way possible, standing idly by.
Honestly, he can't even figure out what he thinks of Eraqus.
"Do the same thing with me?" His tone is incredulous. "The what, stabbing in the back? He was rather upfront about it though, wasn't he?" He dragged a hand down his face. "Was that worse...? I, haha. I can't really tell." He's never wanted to talk about something less, discussions of ice cream all but forgotten.