Axel has moved on to poking at the fishlike substance with his fork, and as he puts a bite into his mouth, Sora answers his question. And he answers correctly. And then expounds. And all Axel can do is stare at him, the fork in his mouth and the weird fish substance resting on his tongue.
For approximately eighteen seconds, all Axel can do is stare, and then he removes the fork from his mouth, fish still resting on the tines, and he sets the fork down on his plate and stares at it for another seven seconds before lifting his head.
"How..." He looks at Sora intensely, but it's intense confusion, not anger or accusation. One doesn't have to know Sora all that well to know the kid would be hard pressed to bring harm to anybody without a darn good reason, so he's pretty sure Sora didn't wring that information out of Roxas somehow. That does leave the burning question, however, "How the hell did you know that?"
And of course, Sora... already told him that. But really, Roxas telling him stuff in a dream? That's just a little too far-fetched... He shakes his head a little in utter disbelief.
"Seriously, there's... there's no way..." He runs a hand back through his hair and pushes his plate aside, the tip of his nose still a little sparkly from the soup, but at the moment that's the least of his concerns. "How are you even awake?" he asks then. "You said it yourself, that you had to sleep for like a year to get your memories straightened out. So I guess if Roxas told you that in a dream, maybe that's not the most insane thing I've ever heard, given your sleeping habits, but..." For that matter, Sora does look older, taller. "Sora, what... how...?"
Words are hard.
"How much time has passed?" he finally manages, shaking his head again. "Something really doesn't add up here." He wags a finger at him. "All right, okay, all the rest of this I could... probably find a way it makes sense, somehow, but I gotta know: how in all the worlds do you know the name Lea?" He shakes his head again. "I mean I haven't gone by that name in... in ten years. Not even Roxas knows that name."
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For approximately eighteen seconds, all Axel can do is stare, and then he removes the fork from his mouth, fish still resting on the tines, and he sets the fork down on his plate and stares at it for another seven seconds before lifting his head.
"How..." He looks at Sora intensely, but it's intense confusion, not anger or accusation. One doesn't have to know Sora all that well to know the kid would be hard pressed to bring harm to anybody without a darn good reason, so he's pretty sure Sora didn't wring that information out of Roxas somehow. That does leave the burning question, however, "How the hell did you know that?"
And of course, Sora... already told him that. But really, Roxas telling him stuff in a dream? That's just a little too far-fetched... He shakes his head a little in utter disbelief.
"Seriously, there's... there's no way..." He runs a hand back through his hair and pushes his plate aside, the tip of his nose still a little sparkly from the soup, but at the moment that's the least of his concerns. "How are you even awake?" he asks then. "You said it yourself, that you had to sleep for like a year to get your memories straightened out. So I guess if Roxas told you that in a dream, maybe that's not the most insane thing I've ever heard, given your sleeping habits, but..." For that matter, Sora does look older, taller. "Sora, what... how...?"
Words are hard.
"How much time has passed?" he finally manages, shaking his head again. "Something really doesn't add up here." He wags a finger at him. "All right, okay, all the rest of this I could... probably find a way it makes sense, somehow, but I gotta know: how in all the worlds do you know the name Lea?" He shakes his head again. "I mean I haven't gone by that name in... in ten years. Not even Roxas knows that name."