[Knowing Sora as he does now, Roxas can imagine what he's feeling as he listens. Even if he couldn't, it shows on Sora's face. Maybe that's part of having a heart like his--he can't conceal what it tells him.
His own response is far harder to read, but that's because he doesn't know what he feels. The urge to argue with the impossible thing Sora just said should rise up in him, and a year ago, maybe it would have. The Organization told him otherwise, and they knew better. He had no reason not to trust them. But between then and now, Roxas has learned a thing or two about who to trust, and he's seen a lot of impossible things.
He could ask if Sora is just saying something he wants to believe because that's the kind of guy he is, someone who sees the world the way it should be and fights to make it happen. But instinctively he knows that's not it. The two of them sitting here talking, somebody to Nobody, should be impossible. So why not a heart, too?
His eyes flicker from Sora's eyes to his chest, and then down to his own as he rests his fingertips against his chest.]
I thought...I wondered, sometimes. Toward the end. But I couldn't just look inside. [He lifts his head, looking back at Sora.] How do you know?
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His own response is far harder to read, but that's because he doesn't know what he feels. The urge to argue with the impossible thing Sora just said should rise up in him, and a year ago, maybe it would have. The Organization told him otherwise, and they knew better. He had no reason not to trust them. But between then and now, Roxas has learned a thing or two about who to trust, and he's seen a lot of impossible things.
He could ask if Sora is just saying something he wants to believe because that's the kind of guy he is, someone who sees the world the way it should be and fights to make it happen. But instinctively he knows that's not it. The two of them sitting here talking, somebody to Nobody, should be impossible. So why not a heart, too?
His eyes flicker from Sora's eyes to his chest, and then down to his own as he rests his fingertips against his chest.]
I thought...I wondered, sometimes. Toward the end. But I couldn't just look inside. [He lifts his head, looking back at Sora.] How do you know?