[ But what if she forgets? What if she goes back and Roxas stays here, and he remembers her and all the promises they'd made, and Mary remembers absolutely nothing about a blond boy with ocean eyes who liked an odd flavor of ice cream?
The touch of his shoulder to hers prompts her to draw in a shaky breath, though she doesn't shy away from it. ]
I don't... want you to be stuck here, though. And I don't want to forget you, not again-- [ It had been bad enough, knowing that this person was important, but not knowing why. ] And there's just-- I don't want this to be the last place I see you and the others and I don't wanna lose you but I can't stop people from disappearing or forgetting and I don't know how to make sure that won't happen!
[ The next breath she takes hitches in her throat. ]
I don't want to give up... t-thinking there's a way, but I don't know how to find it either...
I won't be stuck here, okay? Once... once we find a way out, I can take it from there.
[that's the first assurance he can give her. he may not have a home of his own to return to, but that doesn't mean he's restricted to staying in cerealia for the rest of his life, either.
he can still travel between worlds once he knows what's preventing him from doing it here—and that means he can do whatever it takes to try and find mary's world, or hiro's—he'll find his friends, no matter what.]
I don't know if we'll forget, but... [she's really upset about this, isn't she? not that roxas can blame her, not when he knows it's a possibility that's scary for them both.
so just as easily as he'd bumped shoulders with her, he seeks out her hand to clasp it lightly, just as she'd done for him so many times before.] I don't care if you do. We're still friends... so...
Even if that happens, we'll figure it out. [not that he wants mary to forget him, or any of her friends—and he certainly doesn't want to forget either. but..]
I think—I think your heart would remember, even if your mind doesn't. [that was the kind of thing that seemed important where he's from, even if he didn't think hard about it or know for sure while believing he didn't have a heart. can a heart... forget the people that matters? he's not sure.]
[ Roxas and his casually suave moves are going to be the death of her one day... if he ever actually grasps her hand for a reason other than trying to comfort her. All the same, the sensation prompts a very light flush, which is only apparent when she lifts her head.
It helps ground her, though. Even if she's wondering how he's so confident about not remaining here. But if he's reassuring her on that front, she'll willingly accept it. ]
I thought... something like that, too. About the heart remembering. I don't know if that's how it is, but I wanna believe it. But I also don't know how the heart could help the mind remember. There's a lot that I don't know about this still, and it's all important.
[ She absolutely doesn't want to forget her friends. And especially not the one leaning against her now, whose hand she grasps with a desperate sort of melancholy. ]
I don't really know, either. It's kind of new to me too still, you know? [he lightly chides, if only to try and help her feel a bit better.
in that regard, they're both in the same boat. there's a lot they don't know—and when it comes to hearts and the finer points of what they're really capable of, roxas knows he definitely still has a lot to learn. but he also knows they shouldn't let that stop them.
especially not when it comes to their friends and the things that matter most.]
We'll figure it out. If things end up like that, we'll find a way. [he sucks in a quiet breath, shaking his head a little.] I don't want to lose any more friends.
[so mary is one of those people he's just resolved to not finding and sticking by, no matter what happens.]
[ There's a note of sympathy, and apology-- because here he is, trying to cheer her up and here she is, making him sad. Way to go, Mary. It's true, though-- neither of them wants to lose their friends, and remembering that she's not the only one who wants answers that she doesn't have... helps, oddly enough. ]
... Yeah. [ finally, with a tiny smile. ]
I guess this is just something we can add to the list of wanting to figure out, right under helping you figure out your heart.
[it's not as if he's really sad about it—he's more resolved now than ever to not lose the things that matter to him, though. he doesn't want to think about the worst possible outcome, because when it comes to his friends—and mary especially—the idea of losing them is honestly just too much to bear now.]
Right. We're still here, so we have time to figure all of that out. [whatever it is, whatever they may have to do.]
Mm. [ It's a very small nod, more fleeting than her smile, but she hasn't loosened her hold on his hand (and the blush has since faded, thankfully). They're still here... and while they're here, they can work hard on getting these answers all figured out, and hopefully by the time something does happen, they'll know what to do about it. ]
[ Mary's cheeks puff out, slightly-- is she pouting? ]
I promised I wouldn't let you be alone, anyway. [ And she takes her promises very seriously, so even if she's frustrated and sad about all of this and her only connection to home disappearing on her--
She wouldn't leave it all to Roxas and have him try and handle everything on his own. ]
[so even if she's sad and missing a friend right now... he's still here to hang out with her and try to make her feel better even if he's not always sure how to do that.]
It's nice out today... [so he'll just do what he can to stop her from wallowing—that's what she would do for him, right?] We could go for a walk.
Yeah... if that's where you want to go, it's fine.
[he gives her a nod and a small smile—if it's where she'll feel comfortable going, then roxas is fine with it. he doesn't mind the gardens, even if he doesn't know nearly as much about flowers as mary does.]
Four petals... big and blue.. Okay. I think that sounds pretty easy to find.
[he's trusting her on this one, though he's not really sure why that would remind her of him. maybe if he sees it, he'll understand better? well, they'll only know once they get there, so... onward!]
[ Thankfully, Mary knows the way to the gardens by heart now, so there's no accidentally taking the wrong path-- or even running out of stamina, magically. Maybe she's finally improving!
Of course, she's also walking, and may have forgotten to let go of Roxas' hand at some point, but the main point is, they ought to reach the gardens without incident. ]
They were growing by one of the benches...
[ Hold on, give her a second to try and remember here. ]
[it's fine. roxas isn't really even thinking much about their hands, either. maybe it's just oddly natural because they lead one another around and do that to provide some sense of comfort...
he doesn't find it strange or special, it's just something they do sometimes.]
Benches? [he'll say as he looks around the area. there are ... quite a few benches around, so it may take them a bit, huh? unless they luck out early on, but considering roxas only has a description of what they're looking for, maybe it won't be as easy. he's not too sure here.]
[ And she's off and tugging again, gaze trained unerringly in a certain direction. ] I was over by this tree, and... there!
[ Mary points now, to a small patch of flowers growing just underneath the closest bench. She'll let go of his hand to gently pull one free and into the sun, offering it for his inspection. ]
See? It's exactly the color of sea-salt ice cream! And when it gets darker at the edges, that's the color of your eyes.
[he takes the flower she plucked while asking her curiously, and just as expected, he's looking it over carefully. he considers her words and reasons. the color of sea-salt ice cream—she's not wrong.
and... the color of his eyes? he can see that. she really thought about this, didn't she? so after a moment, roxas will look back to mary with a small smile and nod his head.]
It's a nice flower. [not that he knows jack-all about flowers, but he doesn't really mind at all if this is what makes her think of him. it's... nice.]
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The touch of his shoulder to hers prompts her to draw in a shaky breath, though she doesn't shy away from it. ]
I don't... want you to be stuck here, though. And I don't want to forget you, not again-- [ It had been bad enough, knowing that this person was important, but not knowing why. ] And there's just-- I don't want this to be the last place I see you and the others and I don't wanna lose you but I can't stop people from disappearing or forgetting and I don't know how to make sure that won't happen!
[ The next breath she takes hitches in her throat. ]
I don't want to give up... t-thinking there's a way, but I don't know how to find it either...
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[that's the first assurance he can give her. he may not have a home of his own to return to, but that doesn't mean he's restricted to staying in cerealia for the rest of his life, either.
he can still travel between worlds once he knows what's preventing him from doing it here—and that means he can do whatever it takes to try and find mary's world, or hiro's—he'll find his friends, no matter what.]
I don't know if we'll forget, but... [she's really upset about this, isn't she? not that roxas can blame her, not when he knows it's a possibility that's scary for them both.
so just as easily as he'd bumped shoulders with her, he seeks out her hand to clasp it lightly, just as she'd done for him so many times before.] I don't care if you do. We're still friends... so...
Even if that happens, we'll figure it out. [not that he wants mary to forget him, or any of her friends—and he certainly doesn't want to forget either. but..]
I think—I think your heart would remember, even if your mind doesn't. [that was the kind of thing that seemed important where he's from, even if he didn't think hard about it or know for sure while believing he didn't have a heart. can a heart... forget the people that matters? he's not sure.]
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It helps ground her, though. Even if she's wondering how he's so confident about not remaining here. But if he's reassuring her on that front, she'll willingly accept it. ]
I thought... something like that, too. About the heart remembering. I don't know if that's how it is, but I wanna believe it. But I also don't know how the heart could help the mind remember. There's a lot that I don't know about this still, and it's all important.
[ She absolutely doesn't want to forget her friends. And especially not the one leaning against her now, whose hand she grasps with a desperate sort of melancholy. ]
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in that regard, they're both in the same boat. there's a lot they don't know—and when it comes to hearts and the finer points of what they're really capable of, roxas knows he definitely still has a lot to learn. but he also knows they shouldn't let that stop them.
especially not when it comes to their friends and the things that matter most.]
We'll figure it out. If things end up like that, we'll find a way. [he sucks in a quiet breath, shaking his head a little.] I don't want to lose any more friends.
[so mary is one of those people he's just resolved to not finding and sticking by, no matter what happens.]
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[ There's a note of sympathy, and apology-- because here he is, trying to cheer her up and here she is, making him sad. Way to go, Mary. It's true, though-- neither of them wants to lose their friends, and remembering that she's not the only one who wants answers that she doesn't have... helps, oddly enough. ]
... Yeah. [ finally, with a tiny smile. ]
I guess this is just something we can add to the list of wanting to figure out, right under helping you figure out your heart.
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Right. We're still here, so we have time to figure all of that out. [whatever it is, whatever they may have to do.]
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... Thanks, Roxas. I... I won't give up.
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[he chides just a little, if only to try and cheer her up a bit. he'll keep his hold on her steady, and his shoulder still lightly touching hers.
he doesn't really know how to make her feel better; this is all he can really do in the end.]
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I promised I wouldn't let you be alone, anyway. [ And she takes her promises very seriously, so even if she's frustrated and sad about all of this and her only connection to home disappearing on her--
She wouldn't leave it all to Roxas and have him try and handle everything on his own. ]
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[so even if she's sad and missing a friend right now... he's still here to hang out with her and try to make her feel better even if he's not always sure how to do that.]
It's nice out today... [so he'll just do what he can to stop her from wallowing—that's what she would do for him, right?] We could go for a walk.
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[ Mary's Feel Good place, other than their usual spot. The flowers always help settle her down, whether she's sad or upset. ]
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[he gives her a nod and a small smile—if it's where she'll feel comfortable going, then roxas is fine with it. he doesn't mind the gardens, even if he doesn't know nearly as much about flowers as mary does.]
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But Mary visibly perks up. ]
Mm-hm! There's some flowers I found the other day that kind of remind me of you.
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[that... isn't what he expected to hear at all. but mary seems to perk up a but, so it can't be too bad of a thing, right?]
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[ Boys probably don't appreciate being compared to pretty flowers, though. ]
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Well, we can look together. I guess it'll probably be easier for you to find, though...
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[ And up she goes, tugging on his hand. A distraction of any sort is something she needs right now, and this ought to do the trick. ]
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[he'll follow mary's lead though, allowing her to tug at his hand and pushing his weight off the sofa. if it'll cheer her up, it's the best plan.]
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[ So it probably won't be too hard to find. If the fountain monsters don't kick up a fuss, anyway. But gardens ahoy!! ]
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[he's trusting her on this one, though he's not really sure why that would remind her of him. maybe if he sees it, he'll understand better? well, they'll only know once they get there, so... onward!]
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Of course, she's also walking, and may have forgotten to let go of Roxas' hand at some point, but the main point is, they ought to reach the gardens without incident. ]
They were growing by one of the benches...
[ Hold on, give her a second to try and remember here. ]
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he doesn't find it strange or special, it's just something they do sometimes.]
Benches? [he'll say as he looks around the area. there are ... quite a few benches around, so it may take them a bit, huh? unless they luck out early on, but considering roxas only has a description of what they're looking for, maybe it won't be as easy. he's not too sure here.]
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[ And she's off and tugging again, gaze trained unerringly in a certain direction. ] I was over by this tree, and... there!
[ Mary points now, to a small patch of flowers growing just underneath the closest bench. She'll let go of his hand to gently pull one free and into the sun, offering it for his inspection. ]
See? It's exactly the color of sea-salt ice cream! And when it gets darker at the edges, that's the color of your eyes.
[ So basically, to Mary? A Roxas flower. ]
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[he takes the flower she plucked while asking her curiously, and just as expected, he's looking it over carefully. he considers her words and reasons. the color of sea-salt ice cream—she's not wrong.
and... the color of his eyes? he can see that. she really thought about this, didn't she? so after a moment, roxas will look back to mary with a small smile and nod his head.]
It's a nice flower. [not that he knows jack-all about flowers, but he doesn't really mind at all if this is what makes her think of him. it's... nice.]
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[ She hadn't known Roxas or the weird joy of sea-salt ice cream, after all. ]
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