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[heartismyown]

[It begins with a crash, the flutter of pages as the book clatters open on the floor. The unmistakable thud of something hard hitting wood, and the crack as it splinters in the keyblade's wake. The noise repeats itself again and again.]

No. No no no.

[He's infuriated because anger is the most comforting emotion he has, the one he is most familiar with. His voice cracks a little though as he makes a mess of his room. The sounds of his anger begin to slow, and it ends in one simple thud as he hits the ground, breathless. His voice comes through hoarse and worn out, full of sorrow.]

Lea's gone.

[The words spoken barely above a whisper.]

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[heartismyown]

[He quiets, nothing short of terribly upset. At the question, he nods a little bit, curling up tighter.]

Okay. Tell them.

[He isn't sure he wants to be alone, but the person he really wants is Lea, who just isn't there. At one time he was determined to be and now? Now he can't imagine what being alone would be like.]

[youhearthebells]

[he offered mostly because he didn't want to put Roxas through having to say the words again. Possibly more than once.

Sighing, Ning steps back from him, and then crouches down to be on his level, elbows resting on his knees.]

Anything you want, you know where to find us. We ain't goin' nowhere. If ya want Gaius to make you somethin', or Cyn to let ya play with the poots, whatever. I got no right to tell ya how to feel, or how to handle it - everybody mourns different.

[heartismyown]

It's never happened before. Not like this.

[Not entirely true, but he doesn't remember and he's grown a lot since then. He just looks at Ning, and presses his hand to his chest, a sign Lea knows to be serious.]

It hurts.

[youhearthebells]

Yeah. Yeah, I bet it does. Best pals...it's hard to lose 'em.

[and while his way of dealing involves naming a rooster after his best pal...that's his way.]

[heartismyown]

[He quiets, because there isn't much else to say at the moment. Roxas just curls up miserably, hiding his face in his arms.]