[Only Terra's dismissal of his Keyblade stops Roxas from raising his and turning this into a fight. It could still happen—the unexpected possessiveness is alarming, and even if the older boy's shown no desire to harm him, it reminds Roxas far too much of someone else who'd been intent on keeping him where they wanted him.
But the room isn't large, and even if he's got the advantage of still being armed, Terra could call his Keyblade back easily enough. Roxas' thoughts are flying at a rapid pace—should he take a shot and run? Open a corridor that Terra might be about to follow him through?—and he's already rocked back on one foot, eyes with with surprise and maybe the beginnings of fear, when suddenly something's being pressed into his hand.
He takes it automatically, and it's...a little wooden carving? A toy, maybe? It looks like a little star, and reminds him of the fruit from the Destiny Islands—paopu, a fragment of memory that belongs to someone else informs him. Why would Terra give him a wooden paopu?
Roxas looks up at Terra, bafflement writ across his face. Then he catches his breath as suspicion rises once again. This could be a trick, an attempt to manipulate him and make him believe things that can't be true. No way. He's not Ventus, he's not even Sora anymore, he's himself and he's going to stay that way.
Pushing the carving back into Terra's hand, he takes several steps back.]
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But the room isn't large, and even if he's got the advantage of still being armed, Terra could call his Keyblade back easily enough. Roxas' thoughts are flying at a rapid pace—should he take a shot and run? Open a corridor that Terra might be about to follow him through?—and he's already rocked back on one foot, eyes with with surprise and maybe the beginnings of fear, when suddenly something's being pressed into his hand.
He takes it automatically, and it's...a little wooden carving? A toy, maybe? It looks like a little star, and reminds him of the fruit from the Destiny Islands—paopu, a fragment of memory that belongs to someone else informs him. Why would Terra give him a wooden paopu?
Roxas looks up at Terra, bafflement writ across his face. Then he catches his breath as suspicion rises once again. This could be a trick, an attempt to manipulate him and make him believe things that can't be true. No way. He's not Ventus, he's not even Sora anymore, he's himself and he's going to stay that way.
Pushing the carving back into Terra's hand, he takes several steps back.]
I don't want it.