[Roxas doesn't hear Sora's words, exactly. Not in his conscious mind. But he's asleep, and something about them seeps into his unconscious mind.
Something's drawing him away from the peaceful, healing oblivion. A light in the darkness, a reason to go back to where things are harsh and painful. Something that feels familiar, like going home.
You have to wake up...
Slowly, he does. His breathing grows even, and his eyes open ever so slightly. He angles his head on the pillow to face his visitor, either because he's grown used to people sitting there or because he sensed Sora would be there.]
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Something's drawing him away from the peaceful, healing oblivion. A light in the darkness, a reason to go back to where things are harsh and painful. Something that feels familiar, like going home.
You have to wake up...
Slowly, he does. His breathing grows even, and his eyes open ever so slightly. He angles his head on the pillow to face his visitor, either because he's grown used to people sitting there or because he sensed Sora would be there.]
Hey.
[His voice is raspy and quiet, but steady.]