[Roxas doesn't know what to make of this, any of it, and he's never been very good at understanding other people's emotions. It comes from spending most of his life being told he wasn't capable of having any of his own.
But he thinks he recognizes something in Terra's expression, and it's not cold calculation or anger or anything he might have expected. It looks like shock and sorrow and something like longing. It looks like pain.
Part of him wishes he still believed he didn't have a heart, because what he feels now is guilt.]
No! Leave me alone!
[He needs to get back to Axel. He needs to get away from here, to put space between him and this stranger who wants things from him that Roxas can't give and tells him things that can't be true.
Without another word, he turns on his heel and dashes for the door. After he flings it open, there's a second where he's passing through into the corridor outside—and then he's gone, the door to Terra's room malfunctioning as much as the door Roxas took to get here did.]
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But he thinks he recognizes something in Terra's expression, and it's not cold calculation or anger or anything he might have expected. It looks like shock and sorrow and something like longing. It looks like pain.
Part of him wishes he still believed he didn't have a heart, because what he feels now is guilt.]
No! Leave me alone!
[He needs to get back to Axel. He needs to get away from here, to put space between him and this stranger who wants things from him that Roxas can't give and tells him things that can't be true.
Without another word, he turns on his heel and dashes for the door. After he flings it open, there's a second where he's passing through into the corridor outside—and then he's gone, the door to Terra's room malfunctioning as much as the door Roxas took to get here did.]